Monday, March 26, 2012
Because I came to the realization that, aside from meat procurement, I'm not really into deer hunting like I used to be, and that I'd rather have a yard full of bird dogs than a closet full of deer rifles. So I sold one of the latter and bought one of the former. Damn good trade-off, if you ask me.
He's from Berg Brothers in Minnesota, and I'm ashamed to say we haven't named him yet. For the sad tale you can check out today's Man's Best Friend, and if you happen to have a suggestion for a name, I'm all ears.
Right now he mostly sleeps, craps and howls when we leave him in his kennel, you know, typical puppy stuff, but he is a precocious young man. When he met Jenny he first tried to latch on to one of her boobs, then when that didn't work he climbed up on one of her hind legs and went to town like a tiny little jackhammer. Jenny, ever the innocent one, merely turned around in circles looking confused.
Not so, Tess. He tried latching on to her hind leg and for his troubles got his first taste of what every other dog in the neighborhood experiences when they go sniffing around back there. He's not likely to do that again.
Is he going to make a bird dog? You never know until it's too late, of course, but hope springs eternal and I'm very excited that I'll have two young dogs in the field this fall. And there must be something in the air, because I know several guys who either already have or are getting new pups this spring.
Now all we need are birds...
Posted by Chad Love at 1:06 PM