Monday, January 25, 2010

My dog, the dead-duck-retriever.

If it flies, and my husband shoots it, then this sweet pup will retrieve it.

And somehow this picture manages to make the hunting experience look kind of neat and pretty as opposed to barbaric and gory.

Not this picture. The duck looks, well, dead. And the sweet pup? He just looks bloodthirsty.

And because I know that my husband reads my blog . . .

Honey, just a reminder, Henry doesn't like to get his hands dirty, so I'm thinking he won't care for killing animals. And Harper? Well, she's going to be my hippie. So it looks like it will just be you and that pup wading through swamp waters on cold, wet January mornings.

Upon your return, you'll find us snuggled up under the covers, staying dry and warm, and dreaming of hugging trees.


  1. A cute little pair of hunting gloves, and I think Hunter Henry will be just fine. ;)

    Love that blue on the duck! God is so awesome!

  2. Great pictures! I'm with you though, no hunting for my babies either! Although, I doubt I will be able to convince Christopher since he thinks Owen should have a gun at an early age like he did... :(
    Help. Please! :)

  3. Kristyn - I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that my husband and dog participate in this activity. I can't fathom my children doing it as well. Lord, help me.

  4. the dog has a red rocket in the picture....sick