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We had a Boston Terrier named Bubba. One summer some years back my wife planted a bunch of strawberry plants and she toiled over them DAILY to get them to produce some nice sweet berries. We were going to pick them Saturday morning, but guess what little black & white bastige grazed through the plants the evening before and ate them... ALL.
I miss that honery little sheite! (FYI- He died of old age, not from an execution.... LOL)
Lucky, he was. Smart, he wasn't!