Hunting dog-good news & bad news

[swen]

Good news- 2 yr old lab comes from good hunting stock
bad news- I don't hunt

Good news- he can find all kinds of fur and feathers
bad news- it was all my fly tying stuff

Good news- it was all cheap stuff
bad news- it was all my fly tying stuff

Bad news- I wanted to hurt him
Good news- he's to cute to hurt

I was cleaning my tying/computer/electronics repair/etc bench and took my tying stuff out to the garage. "It's winter in Iowa, bugs are not going to be a problem", I told myself. Came home from work the other day and found feathers, lots of feathers all over the garage. Found some of the bucktails and squares of fur out in the yard- all chewed and shredded. Still trying to figure out how he got loose in the garage.

[hap]

A good friend had her tying stuff destroyed by her Damnation puppy. When she came home it looked like a bomb had gone off under a henhouse. The dog left multicolored presents all over the yard for days...

Yeah, losing your tying stuff stinks... But not hunting a hunting dog is probably the Karmic Kause of the whole event!
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[Kerry Stratton]

Damnation puppy

I think this was a typo or maybe it wasn't. No matter, it gave me good laugh either way.

[Eric-WD]

"A good friend had her tying stuff destroyed by her Damnation puppy. When she came home it looked like a bomb had gone off under a henhouse. The dog left multicolored presents all over the yard for days..."



LOL to truly appreciate that I think you have to have owned one, I got my Damnation when I was about 14 If it wasn't my moms Given name I think my dad would have renamed her Helen.
I loved that dog, and every time I see a Budweiser commercial I get nostalgic but I would never own a second.

Eric

[rookie]

I will be more than happy to send you my neighbors lab to keep it company.

[Kerry Stratton]

I will be more than happy to send you my neighbors lab to keep it company.

This thread just gave me my second good laugh of the day!

[drolfson]

I lost a new grizzly neck to my pup when she was young(er) and she learned quickly that anything on THAT table was off limits.

My son left a grab bag of bucktails in the garage this winter and then got to clean up colored dog-bombs instead of regular ones. He learned to put his stuff away too.