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In my bachelor days I had a Doberman that adopted me. She just loved my front porch for some reason. I let her stay and she was a wonderful dog. She did not care that much about food. I would keep two bowls of food on the floor and she ate what she wanted when she wanted. If I poured grease from frying hamburger on it, was eaten right then.
She would sometimes go two days and not eat, and suck down both bowls the next day. If a bowl got eaten, she would bat it around to let me know to fill it. I tried to get her to drink from a water bowl but she ignored that and went to the toilet. With her pointy nose she could get water even if the lid was down, she just opened it and let the lid rest on her head.
My butcher friend would send me home with a cow leg with both knuckles on it. I would make her stay outside with it. She loved those big bones.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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