[GH85Carrera]

Back in the days when I had my doberman I shopped at a local grocery store and the had a custom butcher shop. I was in there a lot, and they all knew me. The butcher would wrap up a leg bone with the knuckle on it still. My dog loved it. One spring day the gas meter reader guy knocked on my front door. He asked if he could read the meter to double check his reading he came up with using binoculars. I said sure and we walked into the back yard. He was terrified of my super friendly dog. He then pointed out two leg bones and an old tennis shoe she liked to chew on. He said is that the last meter reader! I laughed and realized it was time to clean up the old bones. In the winter they did not stink. Come spring, in the trash they went.

Later he told me the gas meter was bad and stopped reading my gas consumption and they would have tor replace it.