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Looking for a good home for 'June Bug'
Glynn Harris, Writer
07-29-2010
We don't know where she came from, if somebody dropped her off at the dumpster up the road or just how she came to choose our hunting camp as her new adopted home.
She showed up sometime last month and one of our hunting club members came up with a fitting name for our little red homesteader; he named her June Bug.
She was skin and bones when she came and when you approached her, she'd roll over on her back in submission and empty her bladder.
One of our club members, the one who named the mixed breed pup, goes down and checks on his camp house several times a week and he feeds her and leaves plenty of water. She has gained weight and her ribs no longer show through her mixed breed skin.
This little red pup - she seems to be less than a year old - is extremely friendly and anytime I go down to check on my camp, here comes no-longer-shy June Bug to greet me with wagging tail, slobbering on my feet.
Two of my granddaughters from Baton Rouge came for a visit a few weeks ago and we went to the camp for a four-wheeler ride. June Bug attached herself to them and they to her. The girls tried to talk their mom into taking the pup home with them but knowing about Cathy's recent experience with an out-of-control Lab, I knew that wasn't going to happen.
The four wheeler ride convinced me that there is trouble brewing on the horizon regarding this friendly little dog. As the girls and I crawled aboard the machine and headed down the pipeline, here came June Bug. I thought I'd just outrun her; I didn't want her to develop the habit of following every four-wheeler that leaves the camp for deer stands this fall. About the time I thought surely I'd outrun the pup, a blur of red appeared alongside the machine. She was loping along leisurely, neck and neck with the ATV looking at me as if to say, “Hey, wanna race?”
I'm already having some sleepless nights thinking about all the time and effort and expense I'll be putting into my food plots in a few weeks only to crawl into the stand on opening day and have a little red visitor show up, tail wagging, wanting to play.
I can just imagine Keith sitting in his luxurious Hilton stand and just as his watch shows 5:00 pm, the magic time when deer begin moving, here comes June Bug ready for her supper.
I can see George on his Indian Mound stand way back in the woods where the big bucks roam about to put the scope on a nice 8 point buck when the deer suddenly bolts, hauling it from the woods with a red streak hot on his tail.
What I'm saying here folks, is that we need your help. June Bug needs a good home away from our hunting club, a home preferably with someone who can appreciate the companionship of a kind hearted, good natured young mixed breed dog.
Call me; e-mail me; text me and I'll see that June Bug is delivered to your door. However, she will come to you with a “no return” policy, for two reasons. First, our hunting club, as much as we like dogs, would be handicapped to have a pup who can run like the wind, galloping up wanting to play and ruining a good hunt.
Secondly, this little girl is so warm and friendly I'm afraid I might start considering giving up going to my stand this season to hang around the camp and play tag with June Bug. I guess I could wait until she follows Keith or George to their stands before sneaking to mine. I'm betting that wouldn't work; as soon as she heard my four wheeler crank up, here she'd come, tail wagging and looking at me as if to say “Wanna race?”
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