B.D. was telling us about this guy who used to come to the pub with his German Shepherd. Apparently, the guy could tell the dog to get him a bag of crisps, and the dog would go behind the bar and pull a bag of chips out of the basket and bring it back to the guy. Then, the guy could tell the dog to go get one for himself, and the dog would go get another bag of chips, bring it back to the table, lay down on the floor, tear it open, and eat it.
What was even more remarkable was that the dog could tell the difference between flavors. B.D. told the guy that he bet the dog would be confused if they switched the baskets of chips up, but it didn’t faze the dog one bit. Somehow he nailed it every time.
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