l.lyle
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I was duck hunting at my cousins and we got threw and started drinking beer earlier than normal. I let a unopened can slip and it rolled into the pool and sunk . He said , no problem "get it Drake " and his lab swam down 10 feet and picked it up. He offered me a six week old pup off Drake just for being my cousin, which I gladly accepted because this was the day before Christmas , I neded to go shopping, and i yet ain't picked out my wife's present. So I figured I had a win win. and triple win cause I could stay there and drink. Sho nuff , Christmas morning i gave my beloved that cute pup and she held it between her breast and loved it up. We retired to bed early that afternoon and it got to raising H. About midnight it got to raising H again in the midst of passion. She got up and I heard the back door open . I could tell she had grabbed it by the knap of the neck, not to give it comfort , but to sling it head over heels out the kitchen door. I think it landed in a pecan tree, That was the last night for an inside dog. We got a good bit of land and my pen is a few hundred yards from the house. And that is where old ROOK spent his days except for a few at dove and duck season.. Every year we thought he would grow up and be a dog but he never did. He stayed a puppy. He died at ten years old as a puppy.
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