Funny thing, the resident dogs, more commonly referred to as the hounds, take their association and responsibility to their extended family quite seriously.
They’ve got a job to do, know what it is, and are as dependable as could possibly be. Very friendly and well mannered, but if they think something is amiss they do the hair raised stiff legged thing-all business and looking to take their cue from others around them.
These are outdoor dogs-they want to dig and lay in the dirt, chew on a bone, catch the scent of things, and chase whatever crosses their path.
I don’t always understand what their reasoning is for doing some things but assume they have worked it out for themselves-kind of like the year the women decided to put a scarecrow in the garden.
For whatever reasons they would have no part of it, and en masse attacked and completely…
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