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I grew up with a pit bull. He was a big Georgia Pitt. Helluva nice dog. I shit you not he would eat bottle rockets while they were still burning about to take off. He'd run and grab it out of the bottle and engulf it with his mouth. You'd here the whistle part going off inside his mouth then the boom at the end and his lips would flop up letting thick smoke out. It never bothered him or hurt him was the amazing thing, and you could not keep him away. lol
Loryn,
If you need help keeping your foot elevated or want me to carry you around, jlmk
I'm free for the next few months.
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