Rod wrote:
She is a beauty GMS.

Why did you name her that?
Long story but here goes. From the day their born we take our babies out, put them on the bed and handle and play with them, hence the term 'hand raised.' Usually they're really slow and unsure of themselves.
We decided to take some out the other day and put them on the bed. My wife picked her up, the devil jumped out of her hands and ran over the side of the bed. She was so small that we knew we would never catch her before the dogs did. That meant removing the mattress and springs, also the landfill of stuff we had stashed there. In the process of moving the mattress I broke the ceiling light, scattering glass all over the carpet. After getting the stuff stored under the bed out we saw several napkins etc that a dog shredded. We then had to find shoes to navigate the glass strew floor then got the vacuum. Finally we found her, got the mess cleaned up and bed back together. This took 4 hours. Her mother was the one that got loose and cost us several hours and sore knees. Hellbeast, aptly named.
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The last time I kept an open mind,
my brain fell out and the dog grabbed it.
Now it's full of dirt, toothmarks, and dog slobber.
No more open minds or dogs for me.