when Gatsby was a puppy and we lived in the small house the neighbor would throw any bones left over over the fence so my dogs could eat them i would let them out to potty and almost every morning i would find more well one day Gatsby got one caught in his mouth he was okay, but now he will not touch a bone of any kind not even ones i buy him from the bucher
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