A few years back we bought youngest son his first double-barrel shotgun for his birthday.

His second response was….

Mother. You know as much about Ernest Hemingway as I do. How did he die?

And if that wasn’t enough. Our Huge, Loud, German Shepherd freaked out too. And the shotgun was just lying on the kitchen table, newly unwrapped.

#GunShyDog?

John Donne vibe?

for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.