This week’s theme at I ♥ faces is “pets”.
Meet Jericho. Our noble pheasant hunter.
By “pheasant” I mean “stinky“
and by “hunter” I mean “butt“
What a pretty boy, eh?
He soooooo did not want to sit his bottom in that freezing cold baby pool.
What a trouper*
(and by “trouper*” I mean “knucklehead”)
Jericho is most definately, in reality, not a duck/pheasant/newspaper hunter.
He will, however, hunt for a place to sleep.
And will model for photographs for the low low cost of a piece of cheese.
Or an emtpy two-liter bottle to chew on.
He is easy like that.
(somehow we got this photo in 14 frames…that is a better ratio than most adults. Or, um, our family Christmas photo)
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“An avid duck hunter was in the market for a new bird dog. His search ended when he found a dog that could actually walk on water to retrieve a duck. Shocked by his find, he was sure none of his friends would ever believe him.
He decided to try to break the news to a friend of his, a pessimist by nature, and invited him to hunt with him and his new dog. As they waited by the shore, a flock of ducks flew by; they fired, and a duck fell.
The dog responded and jumped into the water. The dog, however, did not sink but instead walked across the water to retrieve the bird, never getting more than his paws wet. The friend saw everything but did not say a single word.
On the drive home the hunter asked his friend, “Did you notice anything unusual about my new dog?” “I sure did,” responded his friend. “He can’t swim.”
hahahaha, right? You laughed. I saw you.
* Yes, I realize that “trouper” looks silly. I really thought it should be “trooper” but Mrs. Webster says,
Main Entry: troup·er
1 : a member of a troupe; especially : actor
2 : a person who deals with and persists through difficulty or hardship without complaint <you’re a real trouper to wait so long>
I think that you should say “trouper” with a French accent. Trooo-pair. Roll your tongue a little too.
Also, twist your little mustache while speaking.
The French don’t really do that, do they?
They probably do not wear berets with tightly-fitted black and white striped shirts either
Darn those old cartoons! You make me look stupid.
** No real animals, dogs and stuffed pheasants included, are harmed in the creation of any of my photography. Except for Corrigan. That is one monkey that I torture with my camera daily.