Dats a big stick!
Back in 1992, when I was having the first Kennel Fence installed, the fencer reached behind him to grab the 4 X 4 X 8 he needed for the next post to set, and it was gone. He was confused because they had them all layed out. We looked around the corner, and there was Rusty. Trotting around the yard with a huge chunk of lumber in his mouth, skillfully balanced, trotting around with it. He looked as proud as a Peacock.
I didn't even thing a dog had neck muscles strong enough to do that. I know better now
