we all sat around and told stories about Mom the other night at dinner...but the dog related ones go like this
Mom actually paid part of the entry fee for the first National Amateur that Clint qualified for..
When I brought home my first lab, a big yellow male named Straw, Mom wasnt real keen on the idea on having am inside dog, but soon found out that she could keep the front door unlocked and he was the best deterrent for keeping door to door salesman away along with the religious JW members..She found out that by tugging on Straw's collar she could get him to growl at strangers, and would use the excuse that "I cant hold my dog back"
But the funniest sight was the time my dog dug up the dirt bed on my Mom's prize winning roses , she chased him down and whipped him with my heeling stick...and a few minutes later she was spotted sitting under the large shade tree bench with Straw, petting him like they were best pals...trust me that little ole 5'3" inch asian lady could wield a whip with the best of them
Originally Posted by lanse brown
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