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Originally Posted by unluky
You just described him to a tee. So docile it is unnerving. Can't get him to bark to save my soul, unless he see's a coyote. He hates them. He is so mild mannered it is spooky sometimes. Not crazy about having a pet again (living alone and traveling a lot - makes it tough) but he really is a pretty trouble free pooch. Just goes with the flow all the time. I bring him to work a lot and he just chills in my office all day till I am ready to leave.
I bet my father is just shaking his head up there watching his dog become a house princess.......... LOL
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My friend's dog, Queenie, would lay across our feet while we watched TV on a fall evening. And snore. I don't recall her ever looking out the windows of their house, even though they had floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over groves of oak and walnut trees where dozens of squirrels were scrambling around.
But if she caught sight of a gun case - even if we were just cleaning them in advance of hunting the next morning - she went berzerk. If I showed up at the door with my canvas hunting vest on and a shotgun over my shoulder, she couldn't contain herself.
Fantastic pointer. We'd often hunt really heavy cover where birds were hard to flush and would just scamper from one clump of bullrush to another. She never gave up. She'd flush that bird if she had to bite it in the ass to get it airborne.
Anyone who's never experienced hunting with a dog or dogs has missed out on one of the most intense and gratifying experiences there are.