Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Now he's a bird dog

I came home tonight to a shitload of feathers in my backyard and CharlieGodammit laying there looking all happy, burping and farting, feathery down still around his mouth and some scratches on his muzzle.
By the color and size of the feathers and a talon, he nailed a hawk which kinda sorta pissed me off. Not that I'm into the "birds of prey" mystique, but they do keep the bluejay and magpie population under control and I hate both of those kind of birds, the noisy fuckers.
But he jumped and killed a fucking hawk and he still has both eyes? Damn.......

5 comments:

drjim said...

Geez....that dawgs got big ones!

wirecutter said...

And what got me to laughing was when I let him out awhile ago, the motherfucker ran right back to the fencepost looking for another one.
That silly sonofabitch reminds me of myself when I was young, strong and tough - Give me a bigger thrill than I just had, Motherfucker. I fucking dare you!

Niki said...

And not a lick of sense. When you were young, I mean.

wirecutter said...

I still ain't got much sense. And I'm still looking for that bigger thrill as long as it doesn't require too much effort. I am old, ya know.

Deb said...

Nothing like living vicariously through the dog. I know I do.