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theres a lot of sawdust in there and he really likes the smell of wood.
I told if she did I was moving out.
A friend of mine in my neighborhood had a pet Doberman named "Monster."
Monster had his own "doghouse," which was a converted wire-spool with some of the planks taken out from the middle so he could lie in the central hub of the spool. By "wire spool" I mean a giant wooden spool that half-inch twisted wire cable used for high-tension lines would be stored on... (ie: BIG) Monster's house was under the eaves of the people-house's car-port.
Monster was about eighteen hands at the shoulder, weighing in at a respectable fifty-eleven tons of happily rampaging dog meat. In dog years, he was Elder God status, with a perpetual Adonis-like physique. Certainly the envy of any other dog in the neighborhood. Monster's happy sounds were exactly the same as his "soon to be delivering destruction" sounds. Monster did not understand such things as different greeting behaviors - Everyone got the same "you are about to die while I try to cuddle with you" bark.
Monster's house couldn't be seen from the curb. And, if the chain and rope attached to his doghouse, which sometimes prevented him from spreading his good-dog doggy goodness around the entire neighborhood. wasn't visible in the driveway, people wouldn't even know a dog was there.
This was amusing when a new or substitute mailman was delivering mail.. Back in those days, the mail could be delivered to a front-door mail slot or box instead of at the curb. And, Monster was perpetually on-guard for mailmen. It's not that he hated them, it's just that he enjoyed chasing them. Veteran carriers knew Monster and had established firm, but amicable, boundaries. New mail carriers... hadn't yet had that chance.
I once watched Monster drag his seventy-jillion ton doghouse down the driveway and out into the street while chasing a new mailman who didn't know monster's chain wouldn't allow him to reach the front-door. Well, his chain wasn't long enough for that, but Monster really wasn't terribly bothered by that fact since he could drag his entire house around at will.
RIP Monster. You were a good boy.
Despite being a hunting dog, Buster was lovable and didn't seem to understand what to do once he found an animal to hunt, he once pinned a rabbit to a tree then stared at it as if questioning what he was suppose to do now.
I dont want to say my dog was dumb but I feel as if a few sparkplugs were missing!