Actually, that reminds me of something my late father did.
He wanted to run stereo cable under the house, but didn't enjoy the idea of mucking around in the crawl space. He rigged up one of his small dogs with a pull line, had my mother hold the dog at one crawlspace access, and he whistled and held a treat at the other side.
It didn't take long for the dog to cross over to him, with the line.
He wanted to run stereo cable under the house, but didn't enjoy the idea of mucking around in the crawl space. He rigged up one of his small dogs with a pull line, had my mother hold the dog at one crawlspace access, and he whistled and held a treat at the other side.
It didn't take long for the dog to cross over to him, with the line.