Phil, whom I once thought was a boy until she got knocked up, loves peanuts. Every morning she flings herself onto my screen door and climbs up and down until I feed her and fill her water bowl. It was only recently that I discovered that she can open the doggy door herself. The jar that I keep her peanuts in was torn open and cleaned out. She also eats right out of my hand.
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