We have a very, very stupid cow. This morning as I was milking, Anna discovered that some time in the night, BW had forced his head into the dog-house and couldn't get it out.
We pulled and pushed - but to no avail. We took the top off the dog house and tried to turn his head every which way - but it was too big to fit through the hole. I don't know how he managed to get it in in the first place.
After a half hour of frustration, we found a saw and began cutting the poor beef's head out of the box. (We sawed the dog house, not the cow.)
It was quite pitiful: BW's head was drenched with sweat and he mooed quite mornfully.
At last we freed him and he renewed his pursuit of grass as if nothing had ever happened. Uggh!