............a bad duck call

It's a dog named "get the ducks", that for one reason his owner Randy, named the Chesapeake Bay retriever, because for short, he just calls him "ducks". Randy sez, this way, he and his wife can call ducks, all year. If you said pooch, pup, chessie, hound, critter or anything short of ducks, which is its regal name around randy and his ducks, he raises his hand, stops the conversation, and corrects the verbal offender. Right there he sez eye ball to eyeball so there aint gonna be any more misunderstanding about the dog standing next to him, Nope, this aint just a dog, and it's not a chessie, it's a Chesapeake bay retriever, and his name is ducks. I've personally heard the speech to many times to care anymore. Ducks has kept bears out of Randy's yard; ducks keeps un-wanted politicians, people peddling religion or ice cream or for that matter anything that Mrs. randy doesn't deem worthy in her immaculate vegetable garden off the property. The Mr. and Mrs., who never had kids, like ducks. My Personal opinion on ducks, is he aint to friendly except with randy and the ever effervescent Mrs. randy, but I'm never around ducks without randy, so I feel semi safe in the company of that oversized fur coat. Last fall ducks set a personal record retrieving Canadian honkers and back hauling mud that was caked from his withers right up and along his backside. We got ducks home that night and it was frigid, as in, very cold. Ducks was hosed down outside, then he shook himself less wet. Ducks was then brought into the basement and Mrs. randy waltzed that water logged four footed beast into the downstairs shower and with warm soapy water turned ducks, back into something resembling a Chesapeake Bay retriever while Me and the Mr. plucked geese. Yesterday, messieurs randy and ducks, piled into my boat and a way we did go walleye fishing. When we got back to the access, a guy who identified himself as being part of a lake owners association was checking all the boats for exotic weeds. Ducks, took to barking and growling. Now the good natured weed warden, probably not thinking and definitely without checking with randy, reached to pet the Chesapeake bay retriever and all you know what broke loose. Now if you weren't there, can you imagine ducks bounding out of the boat and chasing that lake association owners backside over to his truck and randy trying to call ducks, who was in no mood to listen. The trout whisperer