Wat's Guns-N-Stuff Thread

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We have damned few squirrels Out West. I have kinda wondered about that. Then again, the dogs patrol the yard ruthlessly. They kill possums.
 
We have acorns here in the oak forest.

The dogs are all taking their well-earned dirt naps...
 
The landlady's big (fawkin yuge!!!) Labs aren't even 3 yet, so she should get another 100,000 miles out of them.


The old beagle is another story. He may need an aspirin before the year is out.
 
It's maybe 225# of dogs. Fawkin yuge, I says.


He's black, she's chocolate. He thinks he runs the show, and she tops from the bottom.
 
They really are good company and they're much more intelligent and aware than Lit libturds.


He's not a fan of guns, but she sucks it up and comes over to hang with her shootin' human.
 
I wouldn't mind having one again although I already repurposed the dog house as a chicken house.

I suppose I could build another one. All I know is no more little inside dogs.

Dachshunds are such obnoxious little shits...
 
Geese honking overhead.

The house is open, great sleeping weather at night, not too hot in the day and it's overcast, maybe a little bit of rain today. We could use the rain, it's been pretty dry here, which is unusual this time of year. The coffee is hot and I've got farm-fresh eggs, so maybe a little breakfast is in order. All I need is a hot waitress in a short, skimpy skirt to take my order.

Maybe even a Golden Lab for leftovers...
 
Labs love leftovers. Always get a biscuit. Throw the biscuit and the beagle will chase it, and then the labs get everything else. The beagle will look confused, but he'll do the same damned dumb thing next time, too.
 
A meanie with guns, a Lib nightmare, a Lab dream...

*bark* *bark* When we gonna go shoot sumptin'?

*bark* *bark* I smell Libs!
 
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