me and my father went hunting today. he went with his buddies, and took me along. while my father was hunting, something happened. he raised his rifle and pointed it at a far away doe, and right as he was about to pull the trigger, one of his buddies' hunting dogs ran right in front of him. the dog went limp. my dad said it had just fallen asleep but i know what happened. i'm not young enough to fall for something like that anymore. he said that god would make sure the dog slept peacefully, but all the blood on him made him look more like a demon than anything.
posted on 11-07-2000