I used to have a hound dog named 'no stubby bad dog'. No kidding, no stubby bad dog became his name because he heard it so much. He was a gift.
One Christmas I was milking cows and another dairy farmer showed up in my milk parlor with a hound dog pup wearing a red ribbon around its neck. The farmer handed me the dog and said "Merry Christmas" turned and walked out the door. With me screaming "Come back here you sob I don't need another mut".
I kept the dog and his best friend was a barn cat named Tabby. They slept together every night. It was the damndest thing.
Har! ...and to think I forwent using a pun on barking herd dogs as "heard" dogs. As a pun, I thought it too low. But then I read about barquing in Basque. Thanks--misery loves company!
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which one's salt ? ;-)
Kind of picture it's soooo nice to wake up to!
Great Pyrenees, right?
I used to have a hound dog named 'no stubby bad dog'. No kidding, no stubby bad dog became his name because he heard it so much. He was a gift.
One Christmas I was milking cows and another dairy farmer showed up in my milk parlor with a hound dog pup wearing a red ribbon around its neck. The farmer handed me the dog and said "Merry Christmas" turned and walked out the door. With me screaming "Come back here you sob I don't need another mut".
I kept the dog and his best friend was a barn cat named Tabby. They slept together every night. It was the damndest thing.
The shadows, man, those two shadows!
Raised 'em for years, as herd dogs. Deep barking = scared coyotes.
Har! ...and to think I forwent using a pun on barking herd dogs as "heard" dogs. As a pun, I thought it too low. But then I read about barquing in Basque. Thanks--misery loves company!
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