Almost as much fun as tying a lariet on a metal saucer and getting your buddy to ride it wil you gallop in tight circles. I buried him headfirst undet a hog fence and we barely got him dug out before he suffocated in the snow and cowshyt. He was skipping like a rock across a lake when he hit the fence. He's turned out to be a pretty good Cowboy poet so I guess he's OK.