Field-dressed
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I've got a 5 mo. old Chessie pup to replace my 12 year old Chessie bitch. No, replace is not the right word. Anyway, I was awakened at 5 am a couple mornings ago to the pup whining beside the bed. As soon as she realized I was awake she leaped aboard. It was just enough effort to cause her posterior region to let fly what she was whining about. She power shat about a bucket load of liquid ooze onto the bed spread beginning with the region directly atop yours truly, and working carefully about the bed for even distribution. Now this was not your run-of-the-mill, ordinary smelling sh$t. She had apparently consumed the entire rumen contents of a long-dead moose, or maybe a rotting salmon - I don't know for sure but you get the point. Maybe a dozen times I nearly contributed my own stomach contents to the mess, but somehow I hung on. Now, how do you deal with a Chessie pup going off like a rocket, and an entire bedspread befouled with the most evil and vile substance this side of hell? Being stimulated into action, I just folded the entire ordeal, pup and all, into one big ball with the mess on the inside and hauled it all out the back door. Now, standing outside at 5 am in the November rain in my skivvies hosing down a bedraggled puppy and a horrid bedspread ain't my idea of fun. But I can't imagine being without my Bay dogs. Incredible what we dog owners put up with. THANK GOD my wife was filling in night shift at the hospital. When I told her about it later that morning she brayed and howled till she cried. I didn't think it was that funny.
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RKBA!
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RKBA!