We had a family picnic last night, and I got to talking with a cousin I hadn't seen in a long time. While we were reminiscing, the subject of their old German Shepard came up, followed by the subject of his Dad losing his finger in a TS accident back in the 70's. You may have guessed... the two subjects intersect.... the dog ate the tip of the finger the second it hit the ground....no stitching that one back on! I'd forgotten all about it, but we had a pretty good laugh and a few "EEEeeeewwwws" over it!


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