Post by olhillbilly on Apr 12, 2005 5:26:50 GMT -6
Took Sadsack huntin today for the wild and sneeky moral mushroom. I'd heard tell theys out. Well, least the lil grey ones. I seldom ever find one, But ever now an again a blind pig'll find an acorn. Obviously no one ever told the rest of the critters in the woods this. Prolly speaks for my huntin ability.
So anyways, we's walkin along Sadsack doin his thing, wettin down every bush, briar, and blade of grass we come across. (that boy goes more'n anyone I know) Me, goin to all the "known" places one (mushroom) might be hiding. Least wheres the bigger white ones hide. Came across two turtles makin good use of a spring day, and tryin to make lil turtles. Even they didnt care that I's watchin or even talkin to em. Just kept on like they had good sense. Amazes me how they can....umm, well, nevermind. Thats prolly anuther story.
Came to the creek, whil'st lookin at the lil spring flowin outta the bank. Noticed Sadsack gettin his feets wet. Was a wadin along an testin the water, till he got up about , umm, you know, that high. I lets outta shudder at the thought of it an seen Sadsack backin out as well. He must not like ta get that deep in cold water, either.
I reckon my lil beaver buddies aint comin back this spring. They had came here late last fall an built a dam and had trimmed bout every wild grape vine an small cedar tree in the area. Suited me. Grape vines choke out trees an I always wanted a pond. Dang neighbors shot one of em last winter. It was a doin the breaststroke across his expensive pond an he didnt like it much. So I figger the other'n took off when it got warmer in search of anuther mate. I can only hope it'll come back. (thoughts of stockin bullheads in their pond have crossed my mind)
They even had sent this bigtime trapper to me to see if I wanted them beavers trapped (get this) for free. I told him to leave my beavers alone.
They aint my beavers, but as long as their on my place, theys free. Sides that, I've never been able to say I had two beavers. hehe
It shore would be handy if Sadsack would learn to sniff out mushrooms. I knows he can sniff. He can find me if given a long enuff time. He'll go a wunderin off one way, and I'll go anuther, and perty soon he'll come back an find me. No matter how still I stay. So, why cant he find a dadgum toadstool. He can find poop to roll in. Mushrooms eat poop. I dont see whats so hard, here.
On the way back, I sees a lil grey squirrel up a tree flitterin its tail. Really I think its tail was shaken as it was laughin at me. But Sadsack sees it. I seen him look. I trys to get him to go one way and I'll go the other, but nooooo. He wanted to go with me an I never could see that squirrel again. So much for a squirrel dog. A lil ways futher, a rabbit hops out, right in front of him. What'd he do? Nuthin. Just stood there.
I said Beeee the beagle, Beeee the beagle. We practice this at home. meditation for dogs.
His Daddy was a beagle. His brother was half beagle just like him. an he still is dumbfounded when one hops out in front of him. His brother would bark an howl an chase an hunt an act like a normal dog. Not Sadsack, nope, nosirree. I have no idea what he attempts to chase at night. All I know is he barks his fool head off. I go outside an he comes back to me. I say "whatcha barkin at?", and he licks my hand. Makes no sense. Dog has no sense.
Tho I reckon he is alil like me. He's laid back, mellow, and has a lil potbelly.
hb
So anyways, we's walkin along Sadsack doin his thing, wettin down every bush, briar, and blade of grass we come across. (that boy goes more'n anyone I know) Me, goin to all the "known" places one (mushroom) might be hiding. Least wheres the bigger white ones hide. Came across two turtles makin good use of a spring day, and tryin to make lil turtles. Even they didnt care that I's watchin or even talkin to em. Just kept on like they had good sense. Amazes me how they can....umm, well, nevermind. Thats prolly anuther story.
Came to the creek, whil'st lookin at the lil spring flowin outta the bank. Noticed Sadsack gettin his feets wet. Was a wadin along an testin the water, till he got up about , umm, you know, that high. I lets outta shudder at the thought of it an seen Sadsack backin out as well. He must not like ta get that deep in cold water, either.
I reckon my lil beaver buddies aint comin back this spring. They had came here late last fall an built a dam and had trimmed bout every wild grape vine an small cedar tree in the area. Suited me. Grape vines choke out trees an I always wanted a pond. Dang neighbors shot one of em last winter. It was a doin the breaststroke across his expensive pond an he didnt like it much. So I figger the other'n took off when it got warmer in search of anuther mate. I can only hope it'll come back. (thoughts of stockin bullheads in their pond have crossed my mind)
They even had sent this bigtime trapper to me to see if I wanted them beavers trapped (get this) for free. I told him to leave my beavers alone.
They aint my beavers, but as long as their on my place, theys free. Sides that, I've never been able to say I had two beavers. hehe
It shore would be handy if Sadsack would learn to sniff out mushrooms. I knows he can sniff. He can find me if given a long enuff time. He'll go a wunderin off one way, and I'll go anuther, and perty soon he'll come back an find me. No matter how still I stay. So, why cant he find a dadgum toadstool. He can find poop to roll in. Mushrooms eat poop. I dont see whats so hard, here.
On the way back, I sees a lil grey squirrel up a tree flitterin its tail. Really I think its tail was shaken as it was laughin at me. But Sadsack sees it. I seen him look. I trys to get him to go one way and I'll go the other, but nooooo. He wanted to go with me an I never could see that squirrel again. So much for a squirrel dog. A lil ways futher, a rabbit hops out, right in front of him. What'd he do? Nuthin. Just stood there.
I said Beeee the beagle, Beeee the beagle. We practice this at home. meditation for dogs.
His Daddy was a beagle. His brother was half beagle just like him. an he still is dumbfounded when one hops out in front of him. His brother would bark an howl an chase an hunt an act like a normal dog. Not Sadsack, nope, nosirree. I have no idea what he attempts to chase at night. All I know is he barks his fool head off. I go outside an he comes back to me. I say "whatcha barkin at?", and he licks my hand. Makes no sense. Dog has no sense.
Tho I reckon he is alil like me. He's laid back, mellow, and has a lil potbelly.
hb
I swear she was the laziest beagle I had ever seen! You would have thought she was an old blood hound like the Clampets "Duke" i ended up giving the dang thing away! 