Bill, Elhews aren't all bad but they do have their pride. A young one, Pete, came home with me a couple weeks ago. My old Ringo has been yard boss for the past 10 years or so, ever since my Redbone, Buster, was killed in the road. Ringo figured he had to put the newcomer in his place in the pecking order. Pete was so quick that old cripped up Ring would fall over himself trying to get to him. The other day I came around the corner of the barn and there was old Ringo flat on his back with Pete standing over him having the final word. An old light heavy got slapped silly by a young welter weight. They now barely tollerate each other, but they do work together. Sad the way that happens, but sometimes us old guys just have to learn to live with it.
Fred
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