Little Mary lets me know every time that she, too, needs a chew treat when I come to visit. If I don't see her, I stand outside her house and call to her to make sure she knows I am there. Eventually she'll rouse and come on out within a minute or two and then start calling to me to bring it on over. How could I ever forget that sweet girl? I bet she'd be happy in the passenger side of anyone's pick-up truck or just lazing around the farm yard. Funny, Mary reminds me of my grandpa's old sheep dog. I can't recall his name all these years later, but the two seem to have the same disposition--a little strong, but easily melted with the right tactics, loyal as all get up. Like careful humans, we need not expose all of our good traits to you right off the bat, sometimes a little charm goes a long way. For Mary, she's just a good ol' gal. Needs some love and some pets, and she'll be yours forever.
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