Poor old Sadie dog got all excited when I started organizing my gear for moose hunting. While I was waiting for Randy to come pick me up so that we could head up to Jackman, I moved my stuff outside. Sadie spotted me heading down the stairs with gun cases in hand, and assumed that she would be a part of the trip. How do you tell a seasoned hunting dog that she's not allowed to come on a hunting trip?
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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