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My grandpa had a dog when i was kid, he used to grab some potato sized stones next to our little road and then let them go and when they rolled down the hill, he ran after the stones picked them up at the bottom, brought them up the hill again ….and on and on.
When he was older all his front teeth were almost gone.
But he was fun.
I remember a Rottweiler up north chewed on rocks all day and would fetch them. He brought me a potato sized rock. I was a kid that didn’t know better so I threw the rock straight up in the air and that dog followed it and took it right in the kisser. His teeth were dull but thank God I didn’t knock any of them out.