Otis is as tactile as they come.
You can't leave anything
on the fence or within reach of him. I remember a particular time when I stupidly left the blankets on the fence to air out, only to look out the window later to watch Otis dragging one across the paddock.
I swear he checks the lock to our feed room (which is built into the shed, and the door is in the paddock with them). If we accidentally leave it unlocked, he probably going to find a way in.
If there is even the tiniest hole in the fence, he will somehow manage to squeeze his squishy butt through it. He's escaped multiple times, but I think we've filled in every space now. I think.
The countless blankets he's destroyed, the two hay buckets he has sent sledding into the neighbour's yard, the things he has wrecked or dented from his feed-room-raidings, and the deflated John-Deere's tire (apparently jumping on the trailer was a good plan. This is why we put them in the pasture when we pick the paddock now.) has led me to wonder just what goes through his little pony brain...
Much to the neighbour's dismay, our field is complete with a jolly-ball, a pillow cube, Lick-Its, and a giant soccer ball. Apparently though, these aren't entertaining enough for him! Even when he was in regular exercise, he was still like this. Yet, he's never been hurt once! Mmm, water.