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Beautiful April fools day 1

It is a beautiful April foods day at a whopping 76* outside, Spring has sprung and the little flowers are peaking out of the ground. The frost giants still come at night most day's of the week and wreak havoc on the young buds trying in the early day to grow into strong plant and bearing tree's. I like this time of year it is new, a time for renewal of the season and step into the summer where fruits and vegetables will pop forth to feed those who are hungry. This is the time where the cute young animals come about from their winter birth and fatten on the lush green grasses and flowers. I would love to own more pets or should I say own pets again. To have the acreage to raise a few cow's and chickens and you might have guessed it at least one dog.   I am partial to labs black,chocolate,yellow, golden they are all faithful and will be your best friend without a question to who you are or what you have done. I had a great lab Bourbon, he was dumb as a rock when I got him with little training but the desire to please that and self gratification to screw anything with canine origin. he lives for 15 years by my side day in and day out. Knowing when tough times were upon us, not just the times when he got a bowl of rice or oatmeal but the feeling you have when you get down. Bourbon wasn't a lay about he worked for a living by hunting. He would spend his day's protecting the house or yard and on the weekday's we could hunt he was eager to make his way into the truck head held high looking about at the passing scenery. I took Bourbon everywhere, he went elk hunting and deer hunting with us waiting patiently in the truck till we would return. When I came back to live in the TC I would take him early morning to hunt birds. Although he was getting up in age he would wag his tail as we approached open country he could smell the wheat and sagebrush and knew where we were and what we were going to be doing. Spry as a deer he would hop out of the truck and spring in the air from clump of sage to another looking, smelling, hunting the thing he loved to do, Many a day there would be nothing but on those choice day's where the birds were flush he would poing point and goded the sitting or running birds into the air. He would chastise me with a mournful look of displeasure when my shot would miss or the bird was so wary from having been dogged before. It was a beautiful sight to see the dog work, in the early morning, sun riding above the fields and the silhouette of a red dog bounding in the air. Of a sunrise I think of those moments back in those day's and the feel of a worn out, wet dog laying with his head on my leg all the way home. Bourbon is a memory of friendship and unconditional love a dog owner keeps in his heart for day's like this. Those day's where you need a dog.