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At my first house back in my single days I had a Doberman that was a sweetheart friendly dog unless you were a cat or squirrel. Like all dogs she loved bones and a local butcher friend would give me and entire cow leg bone with the joints. She loved them. In the winter time sometimes there were two or three leg bones in the back yard.
For some reason the meter reader refused to go back there and he reported a vicious dog in the yard. They showed up with animal control and a cop so they could get a good look at the meter. I invited them back there and the animal control guy could tell in seconds she was the opposite of vicious. She rolled on her back for the cop wanting a belly rub. The both laughed at the meter reader and left.
He just saw the leg bones and no doubt my dog barked at him so he figured she was mean. No dog of mine will ever be vicious.
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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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