That Dog Don T Hunt

My son-in-law’s and daughter’s dynamic duo dogs: THAT DOG DON’T HUNT Fond of saying, that dog don’t hunt, yet his Springer flies through the air with the greatest of ease, not a trace of his size. Like Clifford, the renowned big-red-dog, he has no idea his scope, lacks grace — compares himself to Little Bit. As if there’s hawks in the house, you must watch when sitting on the couch. Tripp is eyeing you, his vantage point, ready to take off, at your slightest weakness. If he’s shutoff downstairs, he’s at the tippy-top raising Cain; or outside, his nose’s pressed to the sliding door. He melts your heart, Aw, let him in… he’s the kingpin, the checkmate, yet Little Bit bares his teeth, old pepperpot encourages his own rub — quite the doggy stew. we love… 1/11/2022