Jim
08-25-2012, 03:42 AM
0250 HRS-
Jones, my ol' buddy of twelve years, woke me up just a bit ago with a very urgent whining. It's not like him to do that. Once he parks, he's pretty much settled for the night.
I got up to let him out and found Dolly, my Walker Hound, Gretchen, the Shepherd, and 'Sir Patrick', our Scotty, pacing to and fro and all very wired up. I opened the front door and let 'em out.
The whole pack hit the ground and did a rumrunner's turn at the bottom of the steps. Jones and Patrick went under one end of the steps and Dolly and Gretchen went under the other end. Somethin's up, this ain't no pee-pee run.
In a nanosecond, all h311 broke loose. Dolly went into a bay, Patrick let out one quick, sharp bark and a bar fight broke out. Under the steps! I broke for the gun room.
I came back with a Mag Lite and my stainless Single Six with the CCI Blazers in it. We goin' huntin'! I opened the front door with the flashlight in my right hand and the Single Six in my left, thumb across the hammer. Too late.
All four dogs were standin' in a circle in the front yard lookin' at me like "Where you been?" The main attraction in the circle was a dead 'possum. Bein' cornered by a pair of tag teams, he never had a snow ball's chance in a brick oven.
I flung the carcass over the fence, brought everybody back inside for a treat and praised everybody very highly. Jones was struttin' around like "Daddy, I KNEW there was somethin' out there!" Dolly went tearin' in the bedroom and jumped on the bed with Janet to brag.
"Momma, I killed a 'possum!!"
Jones, my ol' buddy of twelve years, woke me up just a bit ago with a very urgent whining. It's not like him to do that. Once he parks, he's pretty much settled for the night.
I got up to let him out and found Dolly, my Walker Hound, Gretchen, the Shepherd, and 'Sir Patrick', our Scotty, pacing to and fro and all very wired up. I opened the front door and let 'em out.
The whole pack hit the ground and did a rumrunner's turn at the bottom of the steps. Jones and Patrick went under one end of the steps and Dolly and Gretchen went under the other end. Somethin's up, this ain't no pee-pee run.
In a nanosecond, all h311 broke loose. Dolly went into a bay, Patrick let out one quick, sharp bark and a bar fight broke out. Under the steps! I broke for the gun room.
I came back with a Mag Lite and my stainless Single Six with the CCI Blazers in it. We goin' huntin'! I opened the front door with the flashlight in my right hand and the Single Six in my left, thumb across the hammer. Too late.
All four dogs were standin' in a circle in the front yard lookin' at me like "Where you been?" The main attraction in the circle was a dead 'possum. Bein' cornered by a pair of tag teams, he never had a snow ball's chance in a brick oven.
I flung the carcass over the fence, brought everybody back inside for a treat and praised everybody very highly. Jones was struttin' around like "Daddy, I KNEW there was somethin' out there!" Dolly went tearin' in the bedroom and jumped on the bed with Janet to brag.
"Momma, I killed a 'possum!!"