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How Boomer Ruined Our Hunting Trips

For years we have gone hunting. I've loved sitting next to him in his deer blind or sitting quietly in my own. Now that Boomer came into our lives I see all living animals as having feelings and I can't stand the thought of hunting. Boomer is our bassett hound. He thinks he is human. I sometimes think so too. The way he has shown me that he feels things like we do has changed me forever. Now, all I can think of is that if a dog can feel emotions like we do... can a deer? Are they afraid? Do they know why we are sitting there? Do they hate me? I have to explain this to my husband and pray he understands why our hunting days together are over.

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