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Since he was a young pup, Collin was a poodle with the heartiest of appetites. Encouraged to eat all he could find and let nothing go to waste, he learned from a young age that what constituted a good day was a belly filled to the brim with food and a relaxing nap. The city was a decent enough feeding ground with humans producing and throwing away more than enough food for him to scavenge his fill, with the occasional large feast he’d find in the unlocked back rooms of food markets and restaurants, or overfilled dumpsters. In his teen years, he had eaten himself to three times the girth of any other canine in the city; and in hi