MISSING DOG RED HAIR FLOPY EARS AND A WAGGING TAIL.

This is the family dog Honeybear, he is a very good dog that has recently been bad. It all began when a stray dog (black)comes wandering around our house and Honeybear fell in love with her, one day we came home, Mama comes running out to tell us that Honeybear was missing!!!!!  for three days he was gone (three days of crying.) Finely papa decides to build a trap onto the doghouse.  Hours later the dogs fall into the trap mama and papa get the cage but Honeybear wont come out papa bangs on the back of the doghouse the black dog and H.B. leap out and into the cage... later the dog warden came took the black dog away "good riddance."



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  1. HaggyHouseWifeOctober 20, 2011 at 7:48 PM

    Aunt Sarah wants to know if that trap will work for kids too... if so can I borrow it?

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  2. AnonymousNovember 4, 2011 at 4:22 PM

    Your Papa saved the day again..Hope Honeybear has gotten over his rebellious phase...
    We all have them at times.

    Mountain Memaw

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