I was given a GP that had gone feral and was captured by the pastor in town. He was a killing machine on our walks he would kill mice like a coyote. He would lay in front of his house and pretend to be asleep anything that thought it could cross his space didn't make it. He and I went many rounds before we became friends. Eventually he would pull my beaver trapping sled and me on skis for fun. I will say that big white dog was the ultimate "Chick Magnet". He never wanted to stay in the tent, he preferred to sleep in the open and rarely went in his house.
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After the first shot the rest are just noise.
Make mine a Minaska.
Heaven has rules and walls, He-l has open borders