tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177750793442797931.post2397783936003953944..comments2024-01-09T07:03:31.487-06:00Comments on Getting Us There: She's A HuntressSasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10348650157037720366noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177750793442797931.post-89484768408188589762013-07-28T21:24:28.689-05:002013-07-28T21:24:28.689-05:00My husband would like a Lab/Weinereimer cross. Th...My husband would like a Lab/Weinereimer cross. They're bred for hunting so I'm sure she was in heaven to actually catch something.Nd.chichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09918828872616125907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8177750793442797931.post-10035426030187472302013-07-22T08:05:44.213-05:002013-07-22T08:05:44.213-05:00Oh yikes. I remember the first (and only) time I c...Oh yikes. I remember the first (and only) time I can remember my parent's dog catching anything... there had been a tree with a low branch that would come up to the kitchen glass window door, and squirrels would literally just get up there to mock our dog. We'd let our dog out and she'd chase, but nothing serious. Until one night. She got a squirrel and shook it like trying to get its stuffing out. We were terrified, and my dad only had to yell once and she dropped the squirrel right where she stood. The critter was fine, surprisingly, though a bit stunned. It went back to the tree. Our poor puppy looked betrayed. Taniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11075300256482920618noreply@blogger.com