Smokey the dog latched on to me at the ranch. I was around 14 and he loved to chase and fetch sticks thrown into the madison river. One day he forget and passed under the fence with his tail raised. I could hear his retreating yelps for a full minute.
I got the fancy 50-mile model. It has triple the joules of energy as the smaller chargers. It'd going to keep goats and iguanas out of my danged garden when I get home. Tomorrow it gets connected to the car. I'll bet I don't find 10 windshield wiper flyers on Saturday morning.