I have a friend who has gone rather feral for a city boy. He moved out to the country and plants vegetables and fruit trees.
He also hunts and eats anything in season.
He had chickens. A sketchy stray dog killed them. Then a big goofy bloodhound showed up and would not go away.
I met the bloodhound the day of arrival and he 'told' me he was a very good boy.
My friend kept wanting to get rid of him but is training him to do farm chores and maybe go hunting too.
The dog is named Barktholomew because I named him something dignified, while my friend had been calling him "dumb dog" or "numbnuts".
Barktholomew has his good boy charms tho. Big saggy eyed, drooly cuss.
My friend saw a baby deer somewhere, and we speculated. I joked Barktholomew would try to taste it. He thinks Barktholomew would raise it as his own.
Good. Then he finally knows the dog's Good Boy Pedigree is real.
Doggo did not lie at his interview. Him said him good boy. It true.
