When I was a kid, my sister had a half Walker half Redbone hound named John Yeller who was too lazy to breathe if he didn't have to. One day I heard him barking up the road and I went to investigate. I found him underneath a persimmon tree with a young groundhog up in it about 10 feet. Feeling like the dog had finally redeemed himself, I ran back to the house as fast as I could to get a gun. On my return trip, ole John Yeller met me about half way; leaving his post and letting the whistle pig get away. At least he was consistent about amounting to nothing!
Darren