Junior just said I was lucky to go outside. Well today I am in disgrace. Lynettea said she is disgusted with me. She trusted me to walk around a little on my lead by myself and I took the opportunity to climb the trellis before she could catch me. (She had to almost get on all fours to climb under the bough of the quince tree, which is dragged right down by a heavy load of ripe fruit.)
Meanwhile I had scrambled from the trellis - you can see it in the picture below, onto the top of the paling fence and I was enjoying myself clambering along the top rail looking at the scenery in the next yard. Lynettea couldn't grab me, as I moved along rather briskly, so she ran next door into the neighbour's yard. The neighbour came out too. By this time I had turned around and was heading back along the fence when I got stuck. I dragged and dragged at my halter, but the lead was wedged and held me tight.
Lynettea tried to reach me, but she couldn't, as she is too short, so the neighbour tried, but she was also too short! Then Lynettea climbed onto the neighbour's cane chair, but although she could reach me she thought she might fall off if she grabbed me. So she got down again. I kept on tugging at the lead. At this point the neighbour sensibly suggested she UNCLIP THE HALTER AND THE LEAD! From then on it was a clear go for me and I jumped off the fence straight away and went inside.
Lynettea was quite annoyed that the lead was still stuck in the fence. She took her ladder next door and the neighbour tried to poke it from our place with some grasping instrument, but they both failed to dislodge it, so they sat down and had a cup of Chinese tea while the neighbour did the crossword in our newspaper and Lynettea did the Sudoku.
What a fuss about a silly old halter! I didn't want to wear it anyway!