Just arrived home, and the Voo was waiting with a dog smile and a tail wag. Guess he really didn’t get tagged as well as I originally thought. Talking to my dad though, the furry bone head learned NOTHING by this little incident. He went and found the carcass and was carrying it around today by its midsection. Yah, bright boy. It may be dead, but it is still a snake. Jack has the right attitude about snakes: snap it up and start whipping it around like the Devils own jump rope. When he does that stand clear ’cause snake bits are goin’ everywhere. Live or dead, that is Jacks’ tactic. Voo, um, not so much. I forsee another snake bite in his future, possibly more. We have LOTS of biters in these hills, both timber rattlers, and copperhead’s, supposedly cottonmouth aka water moccasins, near the water ways, but I have never seen one. The first two though, at least once a week, we run across one or the other, usually the copperheads. The rattlers tend to clear out when they hear ya. The copperhead are more aggressive and territorial.
Gots ta make dinner for the mutt and self. Talk later