my sweet boy would pin your cuck dog in 0.2 seconds and then look to me for approval. he attacked a stuffed deer mount by the neck, took it to the ground and destroyed it. he could run down squirrels. he could jump over the tailgate of my f250. you could swing him in circles with his pull rope and never let go. he had to win. always. i lived on 50 acres and we had a golf cart. he would never run behind it, even when he was completely exhausted. he liked to bite the tires. he would lock on and i would run over his head. he seemed to like it.
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