The Boar got number three on his kill list yesterday. Was walking to the kitchen to grab me another nasty ass MGD (the ole lady thought that MGD and High Life were the same????) and Boar's got his nose pressed up to the basement door. Usually that means that the stupid black cat that hangs in the rafters is taunting him just below the cat door that his fat ass can't fit down. But not this time.
Door opens and 53 lbs of pure bred pig beagle fall down the stairs faster than Tonto can say yes to another beer. A couple of minutes go by and the kids are down stairs when I hear "DAD!!! BORIS JUST ATE A RAT!" Rat...no, but a little mouse, yes. Poor little guy was laying there gasping for his last breaths of air as the murdering pig beagle had taken his life harmless life by smashing the fuck out of him with his nose. Snot all over the place ta boot. The mouse was scrambling around in my snowboard gear going after a power bar I had in there all season.
After a burial by trash can, the Boar sat and pondered all his kills. Good Bore.
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