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Bert - 2000
All but the first photo are thumbnails, and
can be clicked to see a full size picture.
 February
2000
Hi Everyone:
Here we are on Ground Hog Day looking to see if I can see my shadow.
That doesn't worry me. I just want to know how is a Boykin supposed to
get a drink around here! My giant drinking bowl froze over, and it makes
it tough to get a drink after a hard day's workout. Oh well, they tell
me it will only be a couple of more weeks and we'll be drinking from the
pond and roto-tilling the tomato patch. |
| April 15
 Today
I learned that Boykin's are squirrel dogs. I was snoozing on the deck
when out of the corner of my eyes I saw a movement. Holy Moley! There was
a long-tailed bunny
 climbing the tree out by the pond. I vaulted off the
deck and was climbing that tree in nothing flat! That red rodent climbed
a lot better than I did. After falling out of the tree, I finally
decided that the best I could do was bark under the tree. Then that bald
headed old geezer (my owner) told me that animal was a
"squirrel". Oh well, wait till next time! I'll get him. Note
the wet belly - spring sure is fun, I've got both the pond and a canal
full of water behind the house. I can swim anytime I want. What more
could a Boykin want? |
| The end of May
 This
week I learned that my man-servant had a family. His brother Bill
came all the way from Ohio to visit me. I gave him the royal welcome,
and my best aren't I cute look, and he melted like butter in July. Occasionally
he tried to give me commands like my man-servant does, but I ignored him
as well. You can click on this thumbnail photo to see an enlargement if
you dare. |
| July 2000
 It
was terrible. Just before the 4th, my people left me at the Great Dane
bed & breakfast. This is a kennel just over the hill where they
raise these giant dogs. I've got most of them well trained, and the
people up there treat me well. However, as the days went on, I decided I
had been abandoned. Finally, early one morning there they were. When we
arrived home, I ran around the yard for 10 minutes like a wild dog, and
then decided that I had to admit that I sorta liked my people. Here I am
giving a rousing Bert the Boykin welcome to my man-servant. You can
click on this picture too, but warning: this one is X rated. |
| End of August
 So
these are the dog's days. All I've been doing every day is running 2
miles with my manservant, swimming in the canal and the pond, and
chasing the quail and cottontail rabbits out of the back yard. From what
I hear we have a poor crop of pheasants, but tons of those pesky quail.
Their world should start to heat up soon when Bert takes the
trail. |
| Late September
 Who
says it's your quail! Just because you shot that bird doesn't make it
yours. After all, I found that covey in the brush patch, chased them out,
and then searched the jungle of tules and weeds to find him. All you did
was fire your gun and yell "fetch!" Whatever that means. |
| October-November
 How
about that! Those things that the boss calls "Roosters" are
really fun. They figure by getting into the tule patches, or ditch cover
I won't be able to find them. Ha! Bert the Boykin can't be fooled. I
love to run those cackling cocks out of their cover. Apparently this is
a bad year for pheasants, but there are still enough around to keep me
busy and the boss shooting holes in the air. |
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