While I’m normally a pretty accepting, unflappable person, there are two things I really can’t stand;
People who are intolerant of dog breeds other than their own,
Filed under Fodder, Reloading, Surviving the off season, We might have been jrunk.
Had a roommate in college who had a Weimaraner named Booker. She jumped up on the countertop and ate what was left of our Thanksgiving turkey, bones and all. For dessert, she ate my straw hat. Ate or tried to eat every quail we ever shot over her non-points.
My Grandfather called them “Weener Yammers”
Weener Yammers. That’s beautiful.
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