Winging along at an altitude somewhere between the Bluebird of Happiness and the Chicken of Depression... random esoterica from writer Chad Love celebrating the joys of fishing, hunting, books, guns, gundogs, music, literature, travel, lonely places, wildness, history, art, misanthropy, scotch and the never-ending absurdity of life.
Well, what'd you expect, you pervies? She was a small pointer, and when we built a fire she liked to stretch out in front of it and strike a tasteful, understated yet sexy pose, that's all. Geez, get your minds out of the gutter...
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Much classier than my brother's slatternly Boykin!
ReplyDeleteShe's quite the seductress.
ReplyDeleteNice article, thanks for the information.
ReplyDeleteYou are going to force me to get parental controls for my dog.
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