Ducks and Dogs

Stardate 2005. First Retriever’s Log, Supplemental:

Daddy and I rolled to Alabama on the four-wheeled horse and then rolled out to a place called “Arkansas.” When he pulled the thunderstick out of the case, I knew it was time to retrieve (actually, I don’t get ready to retrieve unless someone else is out there with their thunderstick). There weren’t many ducks flying, but the thundersticks made their boom and three ducks fell. These are the three ducks you can see in the picture.

On that same trip, Daddy’s cousin Johnny brought my cousin Ace. Ace and I just couldn’t get along, so I had to put him on his backside. He did bite me below my left eye, though. You can see it if you look close. I’m alright. Just a flesh wound.

For the rest of the trip, Daddy was so excited about how I was retrieving; he just bragged and bragged. I was feeling pretty good about myself and decided not to get a duck on the last day. Daddy really should not have been using the language he did when I decided to do that. It made me blush.

All in all, we had a good time. It took me two days to recover from the trip and we’re heading back out in a couple of days. I’ll be sure to not rest on my laurels this time.

Devotedly Yours and Always,
Silas Browder
Yellow Labrador Extraordinaire