Quote - > Quote - > Quote - ^Yup... it's a bit like having a personal exercise coach.

One that tries to chase squirrels, cats, trucks... whatever... and rubs his butt along your carpet from time to time, admittedly...

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Sounds like one of my ex's. But at least he didn't eat my socks.

Ah, he he... fortunately my dog doesn't eat socks either

He's actually as bad at drinking water as I am, it seems. I have to sprinkle a little food in his water bowl sometimes to get him to take a drink... he seems to think that if we see him drinking that might diminish the case he's making to us that he's really hungry and needs another chew stick to keep going a moment longer (having not had one for a full five minutes now). LOL.

Watching my twins (they were dobie/shepherd crosses) demolishing huge rawhide bones in a matter of minutes was quite eye opening. Not their fault their ancestors' teeth were designed to rip through deer hide and crunch the marrow out of elk bones. Those teeth and gums need stimulation. Had an irish wolfhound and two husky/pit bull crosses as well. I figured if I died at home and no one noticed for 48 hours, there'd be no need for a funeral.

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