Took him out with me on a possum shoot last night. Found an old lunging rope that seemed a pretty good length so clipped him to it and put the other end on my belt in case he had a moment of excitement and decided to chase something. All in all we had a good night and he seemed to know straight away what we were doing, fuk me he found the first possum. Walking along a track he just went over to a tree and sat there looking up shone the light up there and there was a possum. Bloody dog is smarter than his owner...
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