I am unashamed. What about you?

Some of my kin folks over from Cattle Parish asked me,

did I want to lab, young dog, and I said, well, the dog

retrieved the duck. It's full of blood. It is, you know, oh,

yeah, oh, he's the over tree. He said, he hadn't been trained,

but I've just taken him hunting. Like, dummies,

I see it stay, kennel, he's all good. I said, well, these

boys I'm hunting with, my own flesh and blood have been

graphing and complaining for the last decade because blue,

my prized lab come out of good stock, a little high strong.

It was the greatest retriever I ever owned, but he had one

flaw and I will have to admit it was a big one. He was a whiner.

I tried everything known the man for a decade to get that dog

to just shut up when he's seated in front of me. We're waiting

on ducks to come out, start working the plugs. So I never succeeded

in shutting him up. He was a whiner. He was born a whiner.

And so I poned him off until a little burrowed, burly dang

ginnings out of Colorado. He duck hunts with us every

whiner. He just moves in, you know, he retired.

Your old dog basically retired and moved to Colorado.

Retired him. He went to Colorado to live out a nice little

life. Old burrow did it because he thinks he can tell people

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