I gave my granddog a bite of watermelon. He loved it. I gave him a couple more small pieces, which disappeared as quickly as the first.
My family and I had slices of watermelon, and I took the rinds to the chickens. Winston found them, stole them from the chickens, and ate every one of them.
To me, he looks like a bully old Englishman with a cigar. Living up to his name, doing a great imitation of Sir Winston Churchill.
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