KenK
08-15-2008, 04:02 PM
If a man could smell half as good as dog could there wouldn't be any game left in this country.
I have a couple of Walker/Bulldog mixes; they are brother and sister. Brother is more "houndish" and little sis is more "bulldogish". Tater and Daisy, man alive I love those dogs.
We live on a nice little plot of land out in the country, deer everywhere. The Tater (as I refer to him) can wind a deer from inside the house. I grant you it is an old and drafty house but still...
I just now turned him out and he charged the fence (I wish I had a video camera cause I can't describe how he jumps and pounces) raising cane. It took me about five minutes but I kept looking where he was looking and I finally saw two little ears poking up from behind some weeds. I've been sorry as all get out this summer about mowing.
Deer seem to have special senses also; even though I didn't move or hardly bat an eye, as soon as I picked those ears out the little spotted fawn headed elsewhere.
Daisy went with Mom to visit her folks this weekend which is why I decided to write this little story. Me and The Tater are both a little lonely.
I have a couple of Walker/Bulldog mixes; they are brother and sister. Brother is more "houndish" and little sis is more "bulldogish". Tater and Daisy, man alive I love those dogs.
We live on a nice little plot of land out in the country, deer everywhere. The Tater (as I refer to him) can wind a deer from inside the house. I grant you it is an old and drafty house but still...
I just now turned him out and he charged the fence (I wish I had a video camera cause I can't describe how he jumps and pounces) raising cane. It took me about five minutes but I kept looking where he was looking and I finally saw two little ears poking up from behind some weeds. I've been sorry as all get out this summer about mowing.
Deer seem to have special senses also; even though I didn't move or hardly bat an eye, as soon as I picked those ears out the little spotted fawn headed elsewhere.
Daisy went with Mom to visit her folks this weekend which is why I decided to write this little story. Me and The Tater are both a little lonely.