Watching the Puppy Work
Few things warm the cockles of a Bird dog man’s heart more than watching his puppy start to come around. Those first few points in the field are more exciting than dropping a double. Sophie the dog in the foreground wasn’t honoring Frieda’s point (Frieda is the white dog you can barely see behind the tree). She moved by and when the scent hit her she spun and locked up. They both held for two pictures and then I stepped in and flushed the bird.
Sophie is my wife’s dog. We were out to dinner one evening and she spied some pointer pups for sale on a bulletin board. She acted like a small child; can I have one, please please, they are so cute and on and on. I told her we needed to do some research, check out bloodlines and such. It used to be easy, just call the Hills and take the puppy that liked you. Now you have to do some home work. After a few cocktails and some more pleading I relented, hey, I was having trouble deciding what to get her for our Anniversary anyway. She tracked down a guy on the internet with a ready to go pup that fit the bill and Sophie was part of the family. She looks like she is going to be a good hunter.
Scooter
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