Thursday, July 12, 2018

Helpful Dog. Good Boy!

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  1. My grandfather, lived for a time, at a home he built, on top the Santa Cruz Mountains, and He had a huge German Shepard named "Bodo". He was a friendly dog, but when you're 5 years old, he seemed a bit brutal. Anyway, we'd go on hikes, and if Opa found a tree branch on the ground worthy of using for kindling, he'd direct Bodo to fetch it home. And he did. He was getting some use out of an animal that he fed every day. He made his dog's food every day with raw materials. In a frying pan. I would have eaten it. Have I digressed?