When I moved Llambert the Llama into the unused ram pen, I didn't notice the water bucket.
Neither did he. Until he stepped in it.
Then, he refused to take one more step into the stall.
I put a rope around his neck.
He planted his feet and stretched his neck, and I learned how long a llama neck is.
With a horse, a turn of the neck is enough to force them to take a step to re-balance. A llama neck bends and contorts, and the feet stay planted.
I gave his rump a push. His 340-pound body didn't budge.
Sighing, I opened the horse stall door and put his grain in there. His neck swung around to sniff the grain, and the feet followed.