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Oh, Rich, the shooting lessons. Eva has seen me make some astounding shots so I am way ahead on my apologies. She owes me at least six ridiculous misses before she can have a hissy fit. I just wish she has seen some of the shots I have made on Canadas. I will take her out on some goose hunts this year to show her what I can do with the big tens.
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Dog Talk
You have to wonder what dogs think of shoes. He is ready to go, and there I am trying to tie my shoes. His eyes tell the story; are you ready yet?
Then there are those nylabone chew toys. I really do not mean what I say when I step on one in the dark of the night, after he neatly places it for me at the bottom of the stairs. That is if I do not trip over him, as I come down the stairs. And, he is tolerant of being called all sorts of names. Your dogs all have flowery names. Most of the time I just call ours Mr. Potato Head. Do not recall his true name. He seems perfectly happy with Potato Head. Then there was the evening that two gentlemen in dark hooded sweatshirts came to the front door. I live in a quiet place, so I did not think much of it when there was a knock on the door late one night. I never will know what the young men with the masks wanted, as faster than I could think he made it from the warm fireplace across the room to the door and was four feet in the air when I caught him by the collar. He seemed very pleased with himself, and a poke around the property found no trace of them. I guess they left. As to if they could talk. He of course does, it it just stupid me who sometimes does not understand. I guess I could ask my wife. |
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11-06-2009, 08:33 PM | #5 | ||||||
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soooo much truth in this thread. so much.
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11-06-2009, 09:03 PM | #6 | ||||||
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Bill, we scoop dah poop several times each day. Willie who is 10 will wait for a fresh dropping and run in. He even eats his own faster than I can get the shovel He can find a frozen turd under ten inches of snow but he is a wonderfull watch dog and can hear a pin drop from the other end of the house. We will never be surprised by unexpected guests with Wild Willie around.
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11-06-2009, 09:08 PM | #7 | ||||||
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You guys should read (or re-read) Corey Ford's "A Dialogue For Autumn" where Corey and Cousin Sid along with Corey's setter, Cider and Sid's Bucky were sittin' around the fire, Corey and Sid having a discussion about the niceties and not-so-niceties of upland bird shooting and the idiosyncracies of their dogs. While Corey and Cousin Sid were having this discussion Cider and Bucky were having their own little chat about the shortcomings of their hunters. It is one funny story and showcases Corey's genius in humor.
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I like the "poop" question. A dog runs along and finds every fox and coyote turd and for some reason just has to eat it. Biologically, I just can not see the gain in such behavior. And then of course, they want to come up and lick your face... Ask me sometime what I think of that!
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11-07-2009, 05:35 AM | #9 | ||||||
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"If only they could talk"; my wife often makes that statement. I just smile at them and we let it go at that.
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11-07-2009, 04:47 PM | #10 | ||||||
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I'm sure its very different than us.
Theirs is eat, eat, eat, birds, birds, birds, hump, hump, hump, sleep, sleep, sleep. |
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