Yes, Rudie did this.
And I had a vision of this twenty pound ball of muscle and attitude crashing through the little wooden separating fence. Nonchalantly.
He’s walking to the door to get a treat. He’s got his slow, you’ll-have-to-wait Rudester strut going on. Tail high in the air. He walks through the fence as if it isn’t there. Splinters of wood crashing around him like some bad video game effect. He doesn’t notice. Stride doesn’t break. Tail still raised in triumph. He gets a treat. I’ll have to clean up the shattered wood.