I used to date a drunk who had a German Shorthair Pointer. He got the dog as a puppy, and that dog was a trip! I swear to you, the dog (nicknamed Buzzy) could read - he only ate the Virginia telephone directory! Went right past the Maryland pages and the Yellow Pages, and ate the Virginia pages. The owner worked in the Fairfax Courthouse, and I think he ended up stealing every VA phone book in the building.
The dog also ate the tie-down strap for the boat, and gnawed on the tires of a project car in the back yard. He once got up inside the "doghouse" (front clip) of the project car, and ran around the yard inside of it - funny to watch the front end of a 74 Laguna running around the yard. His water bowl was a cast-iron pot, and he would pick it up and run around the yard like his tail was on fire because he was happy to see you. As a result, his neck was as thick as many thin women's waists, and he'd point to anything! I'll never forget the night he was at the house and my son hid in a big cardboard box - Son waited until he knew Buzzy was sniffing around the box, then jumped up out of it. Next thing you know, I've got a 10-year-old and a dog jumping up and down in the middle of the rec room, having a ball!
He was still young (less than 2 years old) when they gave him to a guy near Richmond who had lots of room for Buzzy to run in. Buzzy was very excitable, but he was a good dog, and very handsome.