So about a week into my new home and I'm settling in pretty well. The only downside, from my new parents' perspective, is that I still want to chase that thing they call a "cat". I don't know why, but I just get this urge to run after whatever a cat is. I don't mean any harm with it, but my new parents do not seem to think it's very cute (everything else about me, however, seems to elicit a lot of "he's so cute" from them).
Last weekend, my new parents and my new big brother, Remsen, took me out for something they called "pheasant hunting." I had no idea what that was about but it involved taking a ride in the truck with my new big brother, so I figured it had to be fun. I still don't understand what pheasant hunting is other than a run through a corn field (I heard my new daddy say something about a pheasant being a type of bird and we were going to try to get some for dinner), but HOLY COW, DO I LOVE IT!
First thing that happened is Remsen and I got out of the truck and we took off together into this corn field. At first I didn't understand what Remsen was doing, as he seemed to have a strong interest in sniffing and zig zagging around. Then I had a religous experience...something caught my nose, unlike anything I've ever smelled, and these long dormant instincts took over. Next thing I know, my new daddy is praising me as I worked the field, going up and down the corn rows and doing a thorough job of checking out the field edges and ditches. Don't ask me how I knew what to do, I guess I'm just a natural!
There were a few comical moments, like when I didn't realize that there was a little ditch in the field and I fell into it, up to my chest, and had a hard time crawling up and out of it (note to self: cut down on the carbs), and man, was I tired after we got home, but it was the best two hours of my life! I was out in nature with my new parents and my new big brother, running and sniffing.
I think I might stick around for a bit...
Here's some pictures of the action. If you click on each picture you can see a larger image.
My favorite picture of them all...Me and my big brother Remsen, running together through the fields.
Look, Ma, I'm a working dog!
Hmmm...corn cobs.....
Me and my big brother!
And if you'd like to see a video of the action, click on the picture below!
Dear Kyle: I love reading about your wonderful new life and your new adventures. You must be proud that your long-dormant instincts have surfaced, and now you are officially a "sporting" dog. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to read the next chapters in your blog!
Be well, gentle boy.
Fran, Camp Cocker Rescue volunteer
Thank you, Fran, I miss you and all of the other great people at Camp Cocker!
ReplyDelete-Kyle (FKA Ben)
Kyle,
ReplyDeleteAre you a Boykin Spaniel? You sure look like one. That's so wonderful that your dad took you out to find pheasant! It's the best game ever for a dog like you. Just remember: when dad tells you to sit, do it. If it's voice, whistle, clicker, or whatever sit when you're told. I know you want to chase the bird, but if you get too close you'll get hurt when it's time to shoot the bird. Stay safe, sit when you're told.
I hope dad takes you out in the fall to find turkey. If you love eating it, you'll really love hunting them. Like monster pheasants bigger than you! hunting them is what Boykins were made for.
James