Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Coon Hound Count Down



You read that correctly. Yesterday afternoon the family of one of Major Havoc’s fellow Wolf Scouts came over to meet the dawg. They live on a farm. I’ve been there. It’s a large farm. It’s a nice farm. It’s a farm with coons and ‘possums and other critters that like to eat feed for the horses and chickens and goats. Do you know what that means? That means that they need a “Coon Be Gone.” I happen to have one that is available. I am giving her to them to use, forever. Because, I’m nice like that. Yes, Coon Hound is becoming an outside doggy, with a large area on which to run and jump and bark and hassle cattle until one of them kicks her and she decides that maybe they’re just a little too large to mess with and maybe a tad quicker than they look. We drive her to her new home tomorrow.


Sorry to be so morose. I’m trying to hide my glee sorrow.

6 comments:

Teacher Mommy said...

Um, love the countdown clock. I needs me one of those.

Kathleen said...

Yay! Maybe Bedlam will become a little less bedlam-y.

Mrs. A said...

So nice of you to deliver her!!

The_Kid said...

Great you found him a good home.

CrossView said...

Poor Arby! However will you survive without her?

TobyBo said...

:)