We just returned from a trip to Wisconsin, where we picked up a new dog. It’s a Wachtel, of course (see my last post). Her name is Neva and she’s a real cutie, like almost all puppies are. 381 more words
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A gentleman in a riding habit (left) rides his horse through the door of a cottage startling the family who sit at their dinner table. The man’s hunting dog jumps at the young son who sits closest to the door; he screams in terror, his fork and knife frozen part way to his mouth and his leg thrown up, spilling a pitcher from the table.