I've got a lucky to be 15 month old, meat headed, American version of a black lab. Twice in the last three weeks while mowing the lawn and running over yesterday's dinner a sock has exploded from under the mower. There was no seeing it before hand. it was neatly sausaged in the defecation. I can't believe the colors I find when I'm mowing. She started last week biting the tops off the red flowers my wife planted two weeks ago. Thank heaven we have an invisible fence she respects greatly. She's showing an occasional glimmer of hope of being a future good pet. One funny thing is that I taught her early on that she can't eat until I say, "OK". One day she followed me into the bathroom because she didn't hear me. I said, "OK" and she took off for her food bowl. By the way, her name is Lucy.