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In the beginning, there was a little lamb and her tail.

And then there came a time when that tail was banded, and after that, a time when that tail mysteriously disappeared.
But that, gentle reader, that was not the end of the tale.
Somebody, yes, somebody had a secret.

That somebody had hidden that tail even while the locked porch was searched, perhaps in their blankie. And that somebody had surreptitiously taken the tail away once the porch was unlocked. And then there came a time when that somebody dug it out of the hole wherein they had buried it and brought it back.
Because you know there is nothing good that can’t be made better with a little spoilage and dirt. And that’s when it’s finally ready to show off.

To those of you reading this with your breakfast…… For posting a photo of Coco bringing me a stick instead of the other thing she bounded up to the house with recently, I say: “You’re welcome!”
"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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Cute story, by the way! Luckily I wasn’t eating my breakfast because I have an active imagination, hee hee!
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http://suzannemcminn.com/blog/2009/03/16/ouch/
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dogs rules!!!!!
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I had a feeling that’s what happened.
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The dog we had while growing up used to bury EVERYTHING, Even pieces of bread, to enjoy later. You name it, we found it buried in the yard. If it went missing, she was usually the thief and it was usually buried in the yard. lol!
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What a little (big?) sneak she is. Thank you so much for not posting the tail picture. At this point in time and after burial and digging it up, I am sure it is a “real purty sight”. Oh, my imagination just kicked in…ew.
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Thank you giant puppy,NOT Please keep your treasures to your self!
Beuwolf!!! You need not share everything with me!
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P.S. I also like to knit and crochet.
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When the tail went missing, many posters said Coco ate it and some were even saying she wouldn’t be safe around sheep…she’d eat them!
HA! Coco is the Great Pryenees Guard Giant Puppy! She takes her job at Stringtown Rising Farm quite seriously and would never eat any of her charges. All Coco is guilty of is relocating the tail for safe keeping! I think there are posters out there that owe Coco an apology. (Who knows, perhaps Dookie moved the tail, and Coco searched and found it to bring back to it’s owner?)
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A docked sheep tail is a treasure to beheld to a dog.
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When I was a kid we had a dog named Brandy who killed a muskrat in our back pasture, and that thing got buried & dug up again several times before my father finally got ahold of it and put it in the trash. I still have nightmares about that zombie muskrat …
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