Being Hounded
How in the Hell/Heck, did I get “hounded?” I don’t know...it all just kinda snuck up on me. Maybe it was those long, soft and floppy ears. Or maybe it was those soulful, droopy eyes. But I can tell you this, the second I laid eyes on that 5 month old, Bluetick Coonhound who would eventually become Jethro...my life as I knew it was OVER!
Although he is the cause of a daily dose of screaming (coming from me), the source of many broken windows in my house and his horrible habit of “rage pooping”, he has somehow managed to become the most popular dog on a little ole show called “Pit Bulls & Parolees”.
I can now say that I am a “Jethro Junkie” and there’s no cure :)