My first dog was a beagle named Bear, and we used to take him up every summer with us to visit my grandparents in Oregon. They have a lot of land and raise pigs, chickens, horses, cows, or whatever else they feel like doing. There are tons of blackberry bushes all around the entire property and we used to have a blast eating them.
One summer, Bear became really good friends with one of the pigs, named Spotty (he had spots, go figure). They were inseparable, and would run around all day together. They would come home at night with their mouths stained purple from blackberry juice. What a pair!
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