Based on the tracks in the yard this morning: Deer runs through the front yard. Coyotes chase deer. Walter, Wesley and Gimpy Jack chase coyotes. Donnybrook ensues. Gimpy Jack gets his butt kicked again. Deer escapes. Sam snores. I get blood on my clothes moving a martyr dog to the kitchen for Rhonda to care for while I head for work. Hell be fine, but his slashed ear, which just healed, is now missing a sizable chunk. Canis latrans must die.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 15:05:53 +0000
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