He prefers the door left open so he can come and go as he pleases. But air conditioning is expensive. One of the few disagreements we have.
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My sister's husband had a female pibull named Camilla who did the same exact thing for years and ended up with flat teeth. She loved her rocks!
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Side note: I learned on my last trip to the vet that dogs don't get cavities in their teeth. Now I'm thinking it's because they grind them down with rocks.
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Sabrina seems to be learning the ropes.
Want to come back to my place for a drink?
Not mine, but I thought it was funny enough to share.
It's funny you say that. My son and daughter in law have 2 golden retrievers. Apparently only one of them is aware of the "retriever" part. Pacha on the left wouldn't play fetch if you paid him, Cece on the right is a non-stop ball retrieving machine.
It’s odd that they can be so different from one another. Then again, we humans are quite different from one another, even ones from the same family.
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Cross-posting from the Ultimate Cat Thread.
Me, with my best friend Laddy. Circa '54-'55. I spent all day, every day with him while my mother was caring for my two younger brothers. No other children within miles. Christmas 1987, my parents finally told me that I ran away from home in 1956. Just me and my dog in the wagon. No food. No water. No plan. They found me several miles down the dirt road. They asked me where I was going. I pointed forward. They asked me why, and I pointed back toward the house and said I was bored. Kind of explains why, at 70, I still get along better with dogs than with people.
EDIT: By the way, the land you're looking at is now covered by a strip mall. It was outside of Copperas Cove, which was west of the west gate of Ft. Hood in Texas.
Me, with my best friend Laddy. Circa '54-'55. I spent all day, every day with him while my mother was caring for my two younger brothers. No other children within miles. Christmas 1987, my parents finally told me that I ran away from home in 1956. Just me and my dog in the wagon. No food. No water. No plan. They found me several miles down the dirt road. They asked me where I was going. I pointed forward. They asked me why, and I pointed back toward the house and said I was bored. Kind of explains why, at 70, I still get along better with dogs than with people.
EDIT: By the way, the land you're looking at is now covered by a strip mall. It was outside of Copperas Cove, which was west of the west gate of Ft. Hood in Texas.
