an abstract poem
Oh, Box! I love thee so.




After:However, the sheep aren't the only ones getting hair cuts.
Before:
Before:After:
Who's next? Oh, yeah, where's Skid...
In a similar way as our border collies, Rookie was born with her skills and just needed some guidance. Having a trained dog really makes for easy hunting. She's a real step-saver and you hardly have to work at all.
She finds the bird and points them out to you
You shoot the bird (or have a friend do it for you if you are gun impaired)