Our new dog Peanut is a red tick coonhound, about a year old. She has a bawwl that will set your ears on fire. I buy her smoked pork hocks to occupy her intense chewing urges.
She has been laying quietly chewing for 20 minutes, then I hear books falling in the hall. I peak out of the study to see her running down the hall, couch cushion in jaw, chunks of urethane foam littering the floor behind her, books falling off the shelves...
She's running with the bulls in Pompleno, triumphantly mauling the 3rd couch cushion this month.
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