Like I said before, I got hunting poodles. The wife and I have 3 poodles, Annie, Salty, and Fred. Annie’s a great hunter and Salty’s a little guy (5 pounds wet) with the heart of a lion. Fred’s Fred. Great little guy but took a little longer to catch on to things. Not much of a squirrel hunter but let a varmint in the yard and he’s all over it. Forget about bringing to me and set it on the porch. He makes mince meat of it, what ever it is.
Well, this is about Annie and Salty, back before Fred came to live with us. Annie likes to hunt squirrels. She’s pretty fast but usually just a little too slow for the squirrel. Every so often she gets one, though. Well one day she was ready for it. The squirrel came down from the tree and jumped for the bird feeder. I don’t know how she did it but she jumped and caught it in mid-air. Caught it by it's tail. The squirrel came around and bit Annie on the lip and just wouldn’t let go. Annie didn’t know what to do. She shook her head and tried to get the squirrel off but it wasn’t going anywhere, that is until Salty saw what was going on. Salty, the littlest tough guy in the neighborhood, grabbed that squirrel off Annie and killed it, then brought it to me on the porch. Set it right down by my feet!
Poor Annie. Her feel goods were hurt….and her lip was sore. I took the squirrel, skinned it and cooked it for the dogs. They did good, even if her lip was tender. Got to reward good work.
I bet you thought I was going to give you a recipe.
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