In earlier posts, I've had to eat a little crow. There are times when I think I should just keep my mouth shut because I know that I will eventually have to retract my statements. And right now is one of those times.....I got the dog.
I'm not going to explain myself or try to rationalize my decision to anyone else. The puppy is healthy, happy and a perfect fit to our family. Here's the irony...instead of eating crow, I ended up scraping one off the front of our van this morning. On my way to Saskatoon, a flock or a gaggle or a herd or whatever you call a bunch of crows were feasting on a deer carcass on the side of the highway. As my vehicle neared their buffet line, the group scattered. One errant crow was shooting across the highway and minutely misjudged the velocity of my vehicle. I schmucked him so hard, I thought our headlight was smashed. Instead, he just left a nice fourteen inch crack in our fender. I'm just thankful that the saying isn't "eating buffalo".
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