The daily lives of a man and his dog trying to get through each day with as much humor as possible and using each other as a crutch every step of the way
Monday, July 8, 2013
The Hunter
I always tried telling my father that Molly would have been a great hunting dog with the proper training. Hunting was one of my fathers passions. He did not give my belief in Molly's nose much credibility but she has a nose like a bloodhound. We can be walking along and she will sniff out a mole in an instant and be able to go right where it is at. Squirrels, rabbits, and cats do not stand a chance. She knows when there is a dog outside and if Molly could talk, she could probably tell me which dog it was. Not every dog is like that. She does not have a purebred pedigree but she does have a purebred nose from the finest of sniffers.
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