How Boomer Ruined Our Hunting Trips

M Mary Nagy Mary Nagy
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For years we have gone hunting. I've loved sitting next to him in his deer blind or sitting quietly in my own. Now that Boomer came into our lives I see all living animals as having feelings and I can't stand the thought of hunting. Boomer is our bassett hound. He thinks he is human. I sometimes think so too. The way he has shown me that he feels things like we do has changed me forever. Now, all I can think of is that if a dog can feel emotions like we do... can a deer? Are they afraid? Do they know why we are sitting there? Do they hate me? I have to explain this to my husband and pray he understands why our hunting days together are over.

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