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Someone Is Shooting

There's gunfire to the north; it's entirely possible, highly probable that someone's doing some bird hunting, or just some skeet shooting. That's no big deal, I've been known to do the same.

However.

The Border Collie Bros sounded off. Now, overnight they usually live in a kennel, unless otherwise assigned duties. Sounding off normally inidicates one of two things. Either the neighbor's cows came over to visit (some holes in that fence, patched with barbed wire only and the younger heifer's often squeeze between strands), or their father, Michael, came over to visit Mamma Munch. Possibly three things (normally), the third being someone else.

So I got up to go check. They quieted down when I came out of the house. No cows. No visitors in cars. No Michael.

Then I heard something around the back of the house, and in turning scanned the kennel closer. There's Squrrel. There's Smudge. No Houdini. So I called him.

Around from the back side of the house comes running a Border Collie Bro, who tries to hide under my feet. While I'm standing. He's still trying to do this now, while I'm typing this. Hmm. I wonder if I now know something that happened to him on his Incredible Adventure, or if this is just confirmation that the excessive thunder that preceeded his Incredible Adventure is part of the cause for that.

At least he's still coming to find me. *G*

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madshutterbug
Jan. 8th, 2006 04:46 am (UTC)
Kuma the Rottweiler (Rotties are herd dogs too) had his saddlebags; he really liked it when they came out of the closet. Didn't care if it was packed with food and water for a day trip, or with tools to go work on fencing or something around the ranch. He just really enjoyed going places, and helping. Yeah, I've become rather partial to the herding dogs too.

As for camping and hunting seasons; I gotta tell you, this is the time of year I tend to spend sitting 'round on our ranch in a couple places, quiet like a mouse, waiting for wild turkey to come by. Though, come to think of it, I do tend to wait until later for the beer. Good thoughts for Ropesle & Friend.
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