The one on the left. That’s the one that said I was a mean doggie.
Last time that cat is gonna mess with us.
Send it!
If I make a headshot you get a Scooby-Snack~
Bob Barker never came in from getting his mail that day…
Scooby dooby dooby doo, I see you, pretending you’ve got a sniper. But you’re not fooling me cause I can see *BANG*
I’m calling it two barks left, and one and a half barks up.
YOU may not have a dog in this fight, but I DO!
Come on…. it’s MY turn to shoot!
+1
Sight hound 2.0
Hit.
Look, I know you hate that Watts lady too but we are here because she is a cat lover. Now take the damn shot.
Sniper: I can’t afford a bipod, cause i spent all my money on this stock.
Dog: It’s true, this spotting scope is mine.
After you plug him I get to eat him
Not even a sentence under the picture is required for that one.
seeing eye dog
+1
“When I make the mouse-sqeak noise, the cat will look around the corner… Get ready!!!!”
+1
“Will you take the shot already! I could have had him eviscerated by now”
When he said “let’s nail us a couple of wild coyotes,” this is not what I had in mind.
Winner.
The cat has entered the flowerbed and assumed the position… Send it!
It’s a dogfight!
I asked if you packed the ear plugs, Twice!
Redefining the term “Service Dog.”
With a little help from his best friend, Tom got it down to Minute of Cat.
+1
It’s said that the spotter is the real brains of the operation.
A photo as old as the internet.
I did! I did see a pooty-cat!
After receiving his Iowa permit to carry, he set out to show blind people can shoot straight.
Australians, can’t even get the simple stuff right.
“You hit it this time or we don’t eat!”
These sequester cuts are getting ridiculous. What’s next, women in combat?
Not shown, Tom even managed to train a golden retriever to police his brass for him.
“…yeah, I’m not fetching that.”
“Do you see him, boy? The son of a bitch that gave me this haircut?”
I cant believe Fred and Daphne fell for the stupid stoner disguise. Alright Scoob now lets do what we do best. Then lets get a sandwich, hunting zombies makes my tummy rumble.
“laugh it up, fuzzball!”
Man’s best friend is now man’s best spotter… Or worst enemy if you are downrange
Wow, take that one on the far left, that dog has a face like that senator from California.
Pictured: Shooter with his Scoping Spot.
+1 😀
Round connected…here’s your treat, human.
Dog: Man, you suck. Baboon didn’t need a spotter….
And as one a collective chill went up the spine of mailmen everywhere.
“Hey Brad… do you see that yellow cat by the tall cottonwood that’s way in the back? TAKE THE SHOT, BAYBEE!”
You take down dat homeboy, but da bitch be mine!
“Elevation looks good. Crank in four cl….. SQUIRRELLL!”
Miss- If you don’t improve, you’ll wear the Cone of Shame!
“Yeah, we’ll see if you ever ‘fix’ another dog now vet!’
Au revoire, go-fair.
3 Milk Bones below and 1 Beggin Strip left
Two hares to the right.
Man’s best friend . . . and a dog.
Winner!
After a strange turn of events, we no longer fear the German war machine.
After crapping in his food dish in response to his incessant midnight howling, Arsenault, the neighbor’s Siamese, grossly underestimated the lengths Rosco would go to in retaliation.
Displaying the latest in NATO attire, Heinrich debuts the new German Ghillie suit!
The pattern is AusCam.
Dog: Up two clicks and right one.
…and his faithful dog,…. Spot.
Nice.
That’s what I was going to say. You got it. Good one.
If I had opposable thumbs, I’d school him.
Creating a shortage of doctors, we wondered where the new Obamacare plastic surgeons would come from!
“One more bark outta you and I will have you put to sleep and replace you with a Trackingpoint”
You’re shooting at the yellow one?!!! I can’t see the yellow one! Pick something square.
“Stupid evolution…”
Hey Mall Ninja, while we’re having a bonding moment, I’ve been meaning to tell you……err ……you know where my tongues been right?
You know it’s true friendship when you let your bud use up all your ammo while you spot!
“Shooter ready…”
“Send it…”
“Hit?…”
“Uh. A little high and left.”
“Adjusting. Ready.”
“Send it.”
“Hit?”
“Yeah. That’s a hit… Can I PLEASE go get the ball now?”
“Here, Spot!”
or
“We meet again, Mailman…”
ADA Sponsored Blind Precision Shooting Nationals…
Taking ‘seeing eye dogs’ to a whole new level…
Yup… that’s the cat.
German Shepherd: You missed again you nimrod. Give me the rifle, even I can do better than that!
I am Not a Retriever, Get it yourself!
Woof, woof, wooooof, grrrr, woof, woof! (Loosely translated, “not sure how this will get Timmy out of the well, but I’ll roll with it for a bit.”)
Ellen DeGeneres once did a whole bit on that, marveling on how good the people were at figuring out what Lassie was trying to say.
“Woof!”
“What’s that, Lassie?”
“Woof!”
“Timmy fell in the well?”
“Woof!”
“He wants us to bring a ladder”
“Woof!”
“An aluminum ladder?”
“Woof!”
“A 32-foot aluminum extension ladder?”
“Woof!”
(Copyright Ellen DeGeneres, used without permission, under the ‘fair use’ provision.)
Squirrel.
George Jetson and Astro, before marrying, before flying cars, before kids, and before Spacely Spockets…
Once upon a time, a handsome man asked an extremely beautiful woman to marry him. The woman said NO, and the man lived happily ever after. He rode motorcycles and dated skinny long-legged full-breasted women and hunted and fished and raced cars and went to stripper bars and dated ladies half his age and drank whiskey, beer and Patron tequila.
He never heard bitching and he never paid child support or alimony. He banged San Diego Charger cheerleaders and kept his house and guns and ate spam and potato chips and beans and farted whenever he wanted to and never got cheated on while he was at work. All his friends and family thought he was totally cool as hell and he had tons of money in the bank and he left the toilet seat up.
He got to go shooting with his favorite dog anytime he wanted to, dress like a 70’s bush mercenary and grow his hair long.
—The End
See? Fairy tales aren’t just for girls.
Right now, as I type, the boob tube is playing “The Twilight Zone: The Hunt” and I’m getting weepy.
The soul of a poet.
And they lived happily ever after.
“See Spot. See Spot spot. Spot, Spot, spot!”
LOL!
+2
Win!
😀 😀 😀
+1
Good one.
Brings back memories of learning to read with the Dick and Jane primers. I also remember getting stuck on the word “the” one night several times. See Dad help son read. See Dad get mad. See son get sad.
Squirrel!
Can i get a leg before you cook it?
Man: “I know you don’t like watching your tennis balls going to bits, but you chewed up all my cardboard.”
Dog: “Oh, no. It’s cool, dude…” And don’t be surprised if you find a nice “present” in your boots again tomorrow morning, fuckface.
You don’t have a dogs chance at hitting that!
Photo evidence that the defendants dog did in fact tell him to kill his neighbors chihuahua.
Weapons hot. I said shoot that bitch.
Or
Following a demonstration of ability, the AKC formally recognized the German Spotter as a separate breed.
Häyhä’s Best Friend: Simo
Dog is my spotter.
You’re arf by about an inch
ROTFL!
Coming soon to Discovery Channel, a new reality series, Dog the Sniper Spotter
Oh, sorry man, I was looking at this fine bitch downrange.
Hey anyone here have a tissue, I kinda drooled a bit on the eyepiece
See Spot. See Spot spot.
Spotter Dirk Diggler comments to Ralph his shooter,
“I know you think that Watts broad is a bitch, but hey, that’s ok with me, if you know what I mean!”
The veterinarian never did find out what fix and finish meant…
Call of Duty Ghosts on pc.
IT”S BACON! Send it!
Mark never got used to being hounded while taking a shot.
Sparky was sick of his friends being collateral damage, so he took the fight to the cops on their own terms…
My instructor once told me that the world is made up of wolves, sheep, and… german shepherds
Caving in to pressure from sponsors, Hickok45 and Gunner tweak the show’s format to appeal to the growing tacticool demographic.
And that was the last time the cat stole the dogs bed.
I told you it was the women’s barracks!
Shoot already. I could have run him down by now.
OK Mr. I’ve Got Opposable Thumbs And You Don’t, just pull the damned trigger already
OK, 300 yards, the fat bastard in the yellow shirt, that’s the guy who used to pull me around with a choke chain.
Listen up, I’ll bark once for ready, twice for aim, three times for fire.
BACON!!!! I SEE BACON!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, I keep panting and fogging up the eyepiece
Bob the town dog catcher never saw it coming
Coming soon to a theatre near you, “Fido’s Revenge”
A Spotter named Spot.
good doge
very snipe
much spot
so ballistic
fire… fire… fire… squirrel… fire… fire…
the mail man is two clicks to the left and one click down,
The one on the left. That’s the one that said I was a mean doggie.
Last time that cat is gonna mess with us.
Send it!
If I make a headshot you get a Scooby-Snack~
Bob Barker never came in from getting his mail that day…
Scooby dooby dooby doo, I see you, pretending you’ve got a sniper. But you’re not fooling me cause I can see *BANG*
I’m calling it two barks left, and one and a half barks up.
YOU may not have a dog in this fight, but I DO!
Come on…. it’s MY turn to shoot!
+1
Sight hound 2.0
Hit.
Look, I know you hate that Watts lady too but we are here because she is a cat lover. Now take the damn shot.
Sniper: I can’t afford a bipod, cause i spent all my money on this stock.
Dog: It’s true, this spotting scope is mine.
After you plug him I get to eat him
Not even a sentence under the picture is required for that one.
seeing eye dog
+1
“When I make the mouse-sqeak noise, the cat will look around the corner… Get ready!!!!”
+1
“Will you take the shot already! I could have had him eviscerated by now”
When he said “let’s nail us a couple of wild coyotes,” this is not what I had in mind.
Winner.
The cat has entered the flowerbed and assumed the position… Send it!
It’s a dogfight!
I asked if you packed the ear plugs, Twice!
Redefining the term “Service Dog.”
With a little help from his best friend, Tom got it down to Minute of Cat.
+1
It’s said that the spotter is the real brains of the operation.
A photo as old as the internet.
I did! I did see a pooty-cat!
After receiving his Iowa permit to carry, he set out to show blind people can shoot straight.
Australians, can’t even get the simple stuff right.
“You hit it this time or we don’t eat!”
These sequester cuts are getting ridiculous. What’s next, women in combat?
Not shown, Tom even managed to train a golden retriever to police his brass for him.
“…yeah, I’m not fetching that.”
“Do you see him, boy? The son of a bitch that gave me this haircut?”
I cant believe Fred and Daphne fell for the stupid stoner disguise. Alright Scoob now lets do what we do best. Then lets get a sandwich, hunting zombies makes my tummy rumble.
“laugh it up, fuzzball!”
Man’s best friend is now man’s best spotter… Or worst enemy if you are downrange
Wow, take that one on the far left, that dog has a face like that senator from California.
Pictured: Shooter with his Scoping Spot.
+1 😀
Round connected…here’s your treat, human.
Dog: Man, you suck. Baboon didn’t need a spotter….
And as one a collective chill went up the spine of mailmen everywhere.
“Hey Brad… do you see that yellow cat by the tall cottonwood that’s way in the back? TAKE THE SHOT, BAYBEE!”
You take down dat homeboy, but da bitch be mine!
“Elevation looks good. Crank in four cl….. SQUIRRELLL!”
Miss- If you don’t improve, you’ll wear the Cone of Shame!
“Yeah, we’ll see if you ever ‘fix’ another dog now vet!’
Au revoire, go-fair.
3 Milk Bones below and 1 Beggin Strip left
Two hares to the right.
Man’s best friend . . . and a dog.
Winner!
After a strange turn of events, we no longer fear the German war machine.
After crapping in his food dish in response to his incessant midnight howling, Arsenault, the neighbor’s Siamese, grossly underestimated the lengths Rosco would go to in retaliation.
Displaying the latest in NATO attire, Heinrich debuts the new German Ghillie suit!
The pattern is AusCam.
Dog: Up two clicks and right one.
…and his faithful dog,…. Spot.
Nice.
That’s what I was going to say. You got it. Good one.
If I had opposable thumbs, I’d school him.
Creating a shortage of doctors, we wondered where the new Obamacare plastic surgeons would come from!
“One more bark outta you and I will have you put to sleep and replace you with a Trackingpoint”
You’re shooting at the yellow one?!!! I can’t see the yellow one! Pick something square.
“Stupid evolution…”
Hey Mall Ninja, while we’re having a bonding moment, I’ve been meaning to tell you……err ……you know where my tongues been right?
You know it’s true friendship when you let your bud use up all your ammo while you spot!
“Shooter ready…”
“Send it…”
“Hit?…”
“Uh. A little high and left.”
“Adjusting. Ready.”
“Send it.”
“Hit?”
“Yeah. That’s a hit… Can I PLEASE go get the ball now?”
“Here, Spot!”
or
“We meet again, Mailman…”
ADA Sponsored Blind Precision Shooting Nationals…
Taking ‘seeing eye dogs’ to a whole new level…
Yup… that’s the cat.
German Shepherd: You missed again you nimrod. Give me the rifle, even I can do better than that!
I am Not a Retriever, Get it yourself!
Woof, woof, wooooof, grrrr, woof, woof! (Loosely translated, “not sure how this will get Timmy out of the well, but I’ll roll with it for a bit.”)
Ellen DeGeneres once did a whole bit on that, marveling on how good the people were at figuring out what Lassie was trying to say.
“Woof!”
“What’s that, Lassie?”
“Woof!”
“Timmy fell in the well?”
“Woof!”
“He wants us to bring a ladder”
“Woof!”
“An aluminum ladder?”
“Woof!”
“A 32-foot aluminum extension ladder?”
“Woof!”
(Copyright Ellen DeGeneres, used without permission, under the ‘fair use’ provision.)
Squirrel.
George Jetson and Astro, before marrying, before flying cars, before kids, and before Spacely Spockets…
Once upon a time, a handsome man asked an extremely beautiful woman to marry him. The woman said NO, and the man lived happily ever after. He rode motorcycles and dated skinny long-legged full-breasted women and hunted and fished and raced cars and went to stripper bars and dated ladies half his age and drank whiskey, beer and Patron tequila.
He never heard bitching and he never paid child support or alimony. He banged San Diego Charger cheerleaders and kept his house and guns and ate spam and potato chips and beans and farted whenever he wanted to and never got cheated on while he was at work. All his friends and family thought he was totally cool as hell and he had tons of money in the bank and he left the toilet seat up.
He got to go shooting with his favorite dog anytime he wanted to, dress like a 70’s bush mercenary and grow his hair long.
—The End
See? Fairy tales aren’t just for girls.
Right now, as I type, the boob tube is playing “The Twilight Zone: The Hunt” and I’m getting weepy.
The soul of a poet.
And they lived happily ever after.
“See Spot. See Spot spot. Spot, Spot, spot!”
LOL!
+2
Win!
😀 😀 😀
+1
Good one.
Brings back memories of learning to read with the Dick and Jane primers. I also remember getting stuck on the word “the” one night several times. See Dad help son read. See Dad get mad. See son get sad.
Squirrel!
Can i get a leg before you cook it?
Man: “I know you don’t like watching your tennis balls going to bits, but you chewed up all my cardboard.”
Dog: “Oh, no. It’s cool, dude…” And don’t be surprised if you find a nice “present” in your boots again tomorrow morning, fuckface.
You don’t have a dogs chance at hitting that!
Photo evidence that the defendants dog did in fact tell him to kill his neighbors chihuahua.
Weapons hot. I said shoot that bitch.
Or
Following a demonstration of ability, the AKC formally recognized the German Spotter as a separate breed.
Häyhä’s Best Friend: Simo
Dog is my spotter.
You’re arf by about an inch
ROTFL!
Coming soon to Discovery Channel, a new reality series, Dog the Sniper Spotter
Oh, sorry man, I was looking at this fine bitch downrange.
Hey anyone here have a tissue, I kinda drooled a bit on the eyepiece
See Spot. See Spot spot.
Spotter Dirk Diggler comments to Ralph his shooter,
“I know you think that Watts broad is a bitch, but hey, that’s ok with me, if you know what I mean!”
The veterinarian never did find out what fix and finish meant…
Call of Duty Ghosts on pc.
IT”S BACON! Send it!
Mark never got used to being hounded while taking a shot.
Sparky was sick of his friends being collateral damage, so he took the fight to the cops on their own terms…
My instructor once told me that the world is made up of wolves, sheep, and… german shepherds
Caving in to pressure from sponsors, Hickok45 and Gunner tweak the show’s format to appeal to the growing tacticool demographic.
And that was the last time the cat stole the dogs bed.
I told you it was the women’s barracks!
Shoot already. I could have run him down by now.
OK Mr. I’ve Got Opposable Thumbs And You Don’t, just pull the damned trigger already
OK, 300 yards, the fat bastard in the yellow shirt, that’s the guy who used to pull me around with a choke chain.
Listen up, I’ll bark once for ready, twice for aim, three times for fire.
BACON!!!! I SEE BACON!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, I keep panting and fogging up the eyepiece
Bob the town dog catcher never saw it coming
Coming soon to a theatre near you, “Fido’s Revenge”
A Spotter named Spot.
good doge
very snipe
much spot
so ballistic
fire… fire… fire… squirrel… fire… fire…
the mail man is two clicks to the left and one click down,
Call of duty: ghosts
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