The grass is always greener on the other side of a muzzle…

I give it 24 hours before he’s gnawed through the bottom of it and decimated the pasture…
It’s spring time–ok well sort of, yesterday I woke up to snow and nearly cried; thankfully it melted off by noon. In any event, even here in the desert spring means diet time for Woody, who apparently can take nutritive content from the air (it’s his special talent). As you might imagine he’s not pleased. I’m hoping he can quell his homicidal urges.