Jesus kids are dumb.
So today I was walking Ruby around the block and Tommy or Timmy or whatever was out front of his house. The father was there too. It came as no surprise to me that the father speaks with a very heavy German accent. Kid and Father asked me what "race" Ruby was. "Ummmmm, I think you mean breed Hitler." Assholes.
That Dog Don't Hunt.
This morning, walking around the block with other dogs and owners, a deer ran in front of us. Ruby, bless her heart, looked at the pack running, then to me, then to the pack and back. NO. I told her. You will NOT hunt and run away. She was the only dog that stayed with us the whole time. We then spent the better part of an hour getting all the others back. My dog has learned to read the tone of my voice. Has your kid?
My dog can find her way home after being lost for 5 hours. Can your kid?
This morning when I let Ruby out a fox ran across the lawn. She went off for a hunt. For five hours I drove and walked around three towns looking for her. On my third trip back to the house, five hours later, she was sunning herself in the front yard. I kinda wanted to kill her. But being a Foxhound I suppose she was only doing her job.
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