Some people know I have a dog named Stretch. Most people don't know his middle name is Cornbread. Yes, in fact it is. He is registered as Stretch Cornbread. I did that when she wasn't looking. My woman told some friends I wanted to name my new puppy Cornbread...they asked her why, and she said, because he (me) likes cornbread. One of her friends said, "I like chicken, but I wouldn't name my dog after one".

Bwahahahahahah!!!!

To the point:

Stretch learns like a Velociraptor in a bad fiction movie. He is becoming much more proficient in his hunting skills. Today, he brought the granddaddy home...dead. I saw the last ten seconds of it.

I usually deal with my squirrel problem with a .177 hollow point, but that is no fun for Stretch. He loves the thrill of the chase. Boy dogs are like that.

He has learned how to work out the distance between the squirrel and the closest tree. The biggest and oldest squirrel in the neighborhood made a fatal mistake today. He is no more, and my dogie is strutting around like he owns the world.

It was a good kill.