Saturday’s pre-season exercise beyond the fact that Brag and I met Hover and Elmer.

Elmer is a four month old male with field trial lineage, not that that matters much to me and Brag.
Heck, the closest to papers the “girls” have is the rolled up one that I threaten them with during some of the late night cat calls.
You know, yodeling “Here Kitty, Kitty, Come play with us”
Over and over and over and over, as Kitty sit’s a few yards from the fence and performs it’s evening toiletries. The eleven o’clock cat call is regular as clock work since Kitty’s servant puts Kitty out every evening during the eleven o’clock news. It’s Kitty’s boyfriends who stop by to see if she can come out to play at two in the morning that makes me get the paper out. And the refilled bottles of water. They throw pretty good.

Oh yeah, Elmer Elmer is a mostly black and brown. A little to much black and brown for my taste, but then again so is Suzie.
Elmer, at four months is still in his playful puppy stage though he did try to put the move on some of the girls. He bounced back from the rather forceful rejection from the spayed older women quickly.

He showed some instincts. He listened and watched while the girls ran. I would walk him over to whatever briar patch they were in and he would run over and smell the ground to see what they were trying to find before trying to get them to play. Even Lucy growled a warning at him, and she loves to play. She knew that she was on the clock.

We had two races, but they were nothing to write home about. It figured since we had Hover and Elmer, both new to rabbit hunting, with us that the “girls” would put on a c- performance.

Hover seems like a nice enough guy. Brag and I invited him and Elmer and his teenage son (if he can get him out of bed) to next Saturday’s race at Plunker’s place in Chambers County