I want to play with that dog!Chief turns 7 months tomorrow. Starting to stretch out pretty good over the past month and getting pretty lanky. Only gained a few pounds so sitting right around 40lbs.
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I want to play with that dog!Chief turns 7 months tomorrow. Starting to stretch out pretty good over the past month and getting pretty lanky. Only gained a few pounds so sitting right around 40lbs.
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They chase the ones I cant turn into mist, and some of the ones I dont want to, like skunks and possums. (skunks eat ground hornets and stink and possum eat ticks). The neighbors bunnies come over and sit ON the invisible fence. Sometimes they get bold and encroach to far and get a little run for their money.Why does it seem so ...ummmmmm, interesting that a guy who's username is @Varmintmist is posting in a dog thread.
If the varmints are mist, then what is your dog supposed to chase?
That's a nice looking dog you have there. Give him a belly rub from me.
The neighbors bunnies come over and sit ON the invisible fence.
We've been having an issue with wild bunnies eating up our grass and ground squirrels who think that chewing on our shed is a good thing.
Unfortunately Ziggy isn't much of a hunter, although we tell him, 'You almost got it'.
The methods by which to eliminate such varmint where I came from in Michigan are much different than the methods I can use in Reno.
Passing through the middle of nowhere, I saw a sign pointing to this place. 18 country miles later, I found it tucked way back in the hills far from any paved road. Very somber. All I could think about was Where the Red Fern Grows and the best furry friends I had when I was a boy. That book tore me up. So did this place.
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Ugh... Where the Red Fern Grows. Turn on the faucets here.Passing through the middle of nowhere, I saw a sign pointing to this place. 18 country miles later, I found it tucked way back in the hills far from any paved road. Very somber. All I could think about was Where the Red Fern Grows and the best furry friends I had when I was a boy. That book tore me up. So did this place.