So says the girl apparently. She told the mom this morning that someone had told her that their Lab was a hunting dog. Well, I think the girl is proud of me and didn’t want to be one upped….so she said I was a hunting dog too! I was like, what??? As if. I don’t like the cold or the wet. I have no desire to hunt at all. I have people who hunt for me. At Costco. Whatever. Don’t judge.
I don’t think they believed her either. Until she said I hunted low and high blood glucoses! Ahhh, now I get it. Then yes. Then I am a hunter! And I will hunt diligently to keep the girl safe. And my reward will be Cheerios. A soft bed. And a warm house. So much better than a dead duck, cold feet and wet fur if you ask me. But then again, I’m Darwin. A much more evolved version of those “regular” black labs.
Off to do some hunting. From the comfort of my bed.
4 thoughts on “I’m a hunting dog.”
Nobody upstages Darwin!!! Just askLaura!!!
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Darwin, you have such a great attitude. I need to get a good attitude about people telling my owners that I am a cattle dog. Well, I could have been had someone else adopted me, but these people just wanted a watch dog. I’ve heard whispers that i’m not a good watchdog. That’s OK.
I’m good to Laura, and I’m still glad you arrived to take care of the important issues.
your adopted sister Abby
This is by far my favorite!