Welsh Terrier - Herbie’s Blog

Herbie was not quite a year old when he caught his first critter.  It freaked me out more than a little!  The possum did a very good job of playing dead.  Herbie would NOT let go of it though.  I finally poked them both with a stick (I will never learn) - and he dropped it.  The possum skittered underneath a boat we have by the pond and then jumped in the pond.  He was fine.   I got Herbie the Hunter back on his leash.   
It wasn’t two weeks later  we were in the woods and Herbie took off.  I could hear him barking  but he would not come to me.  I followed the sound of his voice and found him up in the middle of a big pile of trees and limbs.   He had *something* cornered and was not going to leave.  I had to shimmy my way into the pile and drag him by the collar.  It stunk SO bad in there - I had to keep qtipping my nostrils to get the smell out.
I don’t get to let him loose much anymore.    He did kill that muskrat that attacked me though!

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