My sister's dog broke her leg after escaping from her fenced in yard a few years ago (on the morning my sister was trying to get from Richmond to NOVA to drop said dog off with me, get to the Dulles to catch a flight to Chicago for a job interview that afternoon...needless to say, said dog was not her favorite person that morning). Said dog quickly discovered that the cast was GREAT FUN to use to beat the living tar out of the other dogs. She spent her entire time in the cast knocking her friends absolutely senseless. :eek::lol:
Anyway, far from hating it, he discovered it was enormously fun to intentionally bash stuff with it. My poor co-worker had crescent-shaped bruises all over her legs.