working dog

remember when i was complaining about the blue-eyed wonder dog we had for a brief time? the dog that tore up my house and loved the kids like they were chew toys? the dog that, i swore, would benefit from a duct t@pe muzzle?

he's a workin'dog now. and doing a kickass job of it.

"he is doing great...he is always working when we go out and he is finding and baying hogs on his own. he's the dog i always wanted to hunt with. thanks again."

the best thing i could have EVER done for that dog was pass him along to someone that would treat him the way he needed to be treated.
but i will always miss those eyes.