There definitely haven’t been enough posts about himself lately. We moved his pen to somewhere under the deck, outside of my room and he’s been a tunneling fool lately. I’ve had to fill in his burrow three times now, just to slow him down. I don’t want to fill it with rocks because digging is definitely keeping him out of some great mischief.
He’s started a collection of dirt-dingles under his chin from where he keeps rubbing his face on his tunnel.
His hole is officially 36 inches (3 FEET!) deep and it’s starting to angle off towards this wall of concrete. Good luck there, buddy. I have a huge pile of rocks on top to keep him from digging up and out… but now I’m worried about cave-ins and loosing him in this enormous tunnel city he’s obviously planning on excavating.