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I came home this evening with a few supplies. Among them, a six-pack of Guinness Stout. It was in a large paper grocery bag, which I placed on the floor just inside the kitchen door.

A short time later I heard a loud clink. Didn’t think too much about it. Then heard another. Then another. Curiosity finally made me go investigate.

Terry had three bottles of beer on her bed. She was chewing at the caps.

Wanting to know exactly how she did this, I put the bottles back in their container, inside the paper bag and I tiptoed out of the room and waited silently. When she thought I was gone and otherwise amused, she got up and I heard the paper bag crinkle.

I peered around the corner and watched her put her head into the bag and take the top of a bottle between her front teeth, lift it out of the bag, and drop it on the floor. She rolled it to her bed with her nose. She went back to the bag and repeated the process.

I have no idea what caused this new passion for beer bottles. Or maybe it isn’t a new passion. One wonders what dogs remember and from how far back. It’s clear that she likes beer bottles.

One more thing to keep up high and out of her reach.

Posted on 12/17/04 at 01:40 AM
 




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