I once had a black lab for about two weeks in my childhood. Our house was the last house on a Farm-to-Market road so people would dump their unwanted pets a few miles down the road and then they would end up on our porch.
This one particular lab was pretty smart and he already knew how to shake hands and a whole slew of other tricks. I'd play with the dog and wrestle in the front yard with him every day. He started crapping in the yard and my dad said if I didn't keep the yard clean he would haul the dog off.
I started off being pretty good at cleaning up all the crap. Then I slacked off quite a bit. One time when I came home the dog was no longer there waiting for me at the door. I don't remember if my dad hauled him away or he just ran away.
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