My dogs are city slickers.
There, as painful as it is to admit, I’ve said it.
Me? Uh-uh. No way. I’m not a city slicker and, despite some recent unsettling realizations to the contrary, I can prove it.
It became obvious that my dogs had succumbed to city life when I visited a local farm during my never-ending quest to find the perfect place to hunt deer. (Fact: City slickers don’t hunt, although some of the posers will occasionally wear camouflage.)