"When I was a kid" we had this absolutely WORTHLESS but friendly mongrel dog
We had beavers on the property, and for awhile, there was a dead beaver floating in one of the dams. One morning I awoke bright and early on an early summer day, "not a care in the world" I guess I was about 12. My bedroom window was facing the west field, and suddenly, the breeze brought me the unmistakable smell of...........DEAD. ROTTEN and DEAD
That wothless damn dog musta worked all damn night to drag that beaver carcass all the way from the dam.......a considerable distance across the W field.......and deposited it under MY open, second story window.
So of course my "not a care in the world" morning was taken up instead by burying the damn thing in a lime filled hole.
!!THANKS!!! wothless dawg!!!