Okay, now that I think about it, whenever we cook a tenderloin, Freddy and TJ get to take turns w/ the bone. We give it to Freddy first, because once TJ gets a hold of it, he goes and hids it. Then, a couple months later, he'll bring the rotten, dirt-covered thing into the house and give it back to me or Freddy. And, seeing that Fred's pure dog, he takes it back and enjoys it as if it were fresh out of the oven.

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~~~A House Is Not a Home Without a Dog~~~