We were out Saturday night and went past a big fireworks party – couple of huge bangs went off, I checked her and she was just jogging along next to me. She’s a sweet hound is Hope.
Unfortunately we lost we lost mums dog Bracken to cancer (13) (at the back of the pic) last month. But Widget is going strong. And I think I might have put my foot down hard enough that Mrs S wont evict me if I get a dog next year. Thinking either another field spaniel or maybe a border terrier/patterdale for taking down the coppice.
Charleston “Charlie” Pickle, a previous dog. Unfortunately just a few months into my training him as a game retriever I found out he had epilepsy so he was relegated to house dog.
And the first two in my family (photo from sometime in the 80s)
Copper (fat, low slung, smelly-breathed) and Nickel – Ace Wing Commander Admiral Chalky Ginger Pheasantph**ker that he was.
Indy the terror pup (as a pup) – I’m trying to learn how to teach him to be a “proper” gundog. I’m failing him at the moment – he’ll run out on command, stop on command, take direction – but I’m shocking at getting him to retrieve to hand. Must try harder…
thought you were going to say you can’t hit the side of a barn if you’re stood next to it with the old shotchucker! hence no game birds for him to practise with.
Are you anywhere around the Test Valley? Or did Pickle come from that area, perhaps? Looks the spitting image of a breeder’s spec from down that way! Lovely hound!
I need another dog. Seeing Darcy’s hound makes me want a Border. But then I see all those Spaniels, and I want one of them too. Or maybe two.