Time to head outside for a short leading lesson where there is more room. "Hey, where did the fence go? Look at all that space? Freedom!!!"
Well, maybe not. "What happened? How can I still be connected to her? Darn!"
"Okay, we can walk. At least there's room to move."
"Wait! I just got out. I don't want back in there!"
Besides finding more food had miraculously appeared, there were toys to play with - a plastic jug filled with water - not as easily destroyed as a nice feedbag....
"How tall am I, Mom?" 14.3 hands; I would have guessed taller.
Then, if you've been really good, the kid will brush you. Maybe this life is going to be good.
Tales from the Trail.