Saturday, June 7, 2008

While I was typing that bathroom stuff

Hunter was outside, tied to a tree. This is going to end badly. There's the uncontrollable force of Hunter's wanderings and the immovable object of our attachment to the chickens. It'll eventually have to end with the departure of the dog.


In the meantime though the shame faced yut owner came for Hunter. He apologized after a fashion and took him away in the back of yet another F150.

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