On Saturday we went out walking, we were on a canal side and Mack was bounding along a little bit ahead of us very excited as we'd never taken him round there before. There was a garden on the other side of the hedge and we could see lots of squirrels running around the trees at the bottom, one minute I was looking at squirrels and the next I was looking at Mack coming bombing into view and then he sat at the bottom of the tree looking up for them. The daft dog had only cleared a barbed wire fence. He'd obviously spotted them too and the temptation was just too much, he had found a gap in the hedge then jumped the fence. He has got two scratches down his chest, thankfully only very surface!!! I dread to think really.