Last night, a friend of ours told us that his dog had just been shot by an overzealous hunter.  Shot dead.

Maybe I’m stupid, but how does a hunter mistake a dog for a deer? Isn’t that what those site thingies are for? To identify what’s in your scope before you pull the trigger?

Jake and I got to talking about this sad situation last night, and we both concluded that if something like this happened to one of our dogs — if some Larry the Cable Guy in a hunting vest accidentally shot Cowboy or Sunny — it would be very, very difficult for Jake not to go all Steven Seagal on his ass; I’m talking about a scene straight out of Today You Die. (Which I believe went straight to DVD, in case you missed it.)

Some people may roll their eyes and think, Geez, get over it. It’s not like the hunter shot a child, or something. But a lot of pet owners, including my husband, spend more time with their animals than they do humans. In fact, Jake is more closely bonded with Cowboy than he is with, well, me practically.

So I don’t think he’d be able to turn the other cheek on this one. In fact, he said he’d have to turn himself into the cops to prevent himself from doing something really bad to the guy. Like, numchucks bad.

Cause that’s how we do it out here in the country.