ditchparrot19
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I lost my yellow boy Zeke last 4th of July at age 14. My wife was going through some photos the other night and came across this one that I hadn't seen in many years.
It's not like I'd forgotten what a physical specimen he was in his prime, but this picture will be a constant reminder. I think he was 3 or 4 when it was taken.
So strong. So determined. So fearless. So tough. So loyal.
A lady at a park once asked me how one goes about getting a dog "buffed" like he was. I had no answer and just told her it was either an act of genetics or of God.
I'll never own the likes of him again -- the complete package that culminates in a wild rooster's worst nightmare -- and that's as it should be. Nobody deserves to get that lucky more than once.
It's not like I'd forgotten what a physical specimen he was in his prime, but this picture will be a constant reminder. I think he was 3 or 4 when it was taken.
So strong. So determined. So fearless. So tough. So loyal.
A lady at a park once asked me how one goes about getting a dog "buffed" like he was. I had no answer and just told her it was either an act of genetics or of God.
I'll never own the likes of him again -- the complete package that culminates in a wild rooster's worst nightmare -- and that's as it should be. Nobody deserves to get that lucky more than once.