The men in Matt's family pride themselves on being great outdoorsmen. My father doesn't like picnics because there might be ants. It should therefore come as little surprise that I'm not a huge fan of taxidermy, and that my squeamishness makes me stand out in Matt's family.
On our recent trip home, I was happy to learn that Barley has taken after me in this regard. Matt's dad's "Den of Death," as it is affectionately known, made Barley just as nervous as it makes me:
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Willow, who never barks, just barked at Barley barking at the Den of Death. She sounded extremely concerned.
I don't think either one would appreciate my laughing at them. :)
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