Most of All She Loves the Fall

She is growing.  And her nose is working.

She simply loves the fall.  And in high grass fields, she loves to flush birds.

So now the next thing is to get her to what upland game hunters call "whoa" and those of us who live bifurcated lives of country and city call "wait."

She gets that when we are in the city.  Now the test is when a covey of quail are near-by!

Murphy's Day.

Training Day

Sorry we have not posted in a long time.  We have been busy.  Scratching our heads, reading books, searching the Web....this is the first honest to God real life bird dog we have had and we are determined to train her as a bird dog.

We are thinking we are the only people in our zip code who order from Gun Dog Supply, much less order quail and grouse scent, check cords, canvas bumpers, whistles.

And our swanky Seattle neighbors are probably extremely nervous when they hear me say: "find the bird, Molly," thinking I am sending her off to grab one of their chi-chi chickens.

But in the field she is a bird dog.  She gets excited when she knows we are about  to go out looking for her scented bumpers.  She responds to heel and "find the bird."

Stay with us, we will be better about keeping you up-to-date on training a dog who wants to have her mouth full of quail.

Murphy's Day.