Yep. She has definitely found some drive. Now to rein her in, can't afford to many more boxes of piss for finders fees![]()
Yep. She has definitely found some drive. Now to rein her in, can't afford to many more boxes of piss for finders fees![]()
Progress. She's had a rough week or so getting a bit of a tune up off one of the other dogs a couple of times, but she is coming to her name much better now.
On a short longlineyesterday and getting a good response to basic commands, running free for maybe five minutes and coming back on the whistle and voice.
Poor ol Pip, she was on a hell of a roll today working in well with the rest of them. Then she hit an electric fence and that was her day done.![]()
I hope it doesn't shy her off to much, we're through fences all the time. Must of been a hell of a boot going by the noise.
Poor thing...just the thought of it makes you cringe!!!! I hate electric fences...!!!
...amitie, respect mutuel et amour...
...le beau et le bon, cela rime avec Breton!...
She's done it this time, about to have her second night out in a row.
good to see i didn't have the only britt that went walkabout.......... picked her up twice 30kms away in hamilton, the third time i told the dog ranger to keep her.
No Tahr, see what kawhia wrote....
Thought as much![]()
There is a Brittany in the dog pound in Dunedin at present - is it yours?
Some decades back my hunting mate used to bring his Brittany Spaniel when we hunted in the Kaimanawas and Kawekas. It hated possums and if it winded one it went for the kill 24/7.
It was a good pointer if it was onto a deer, just stood there and looked in the direction of the animal.
My mate shot and wounded a stag from our fly camp in the Hinemaia one roar. His methodology was to leave the animal to settle somewhere or other whilst he finished his brew then take the dog to sniff it out. Well the dog did sniff it out and put the animal up on its back legs while he ran around it yapping. I could hear the commotion from across the valley.
Anyhows, the stag escaped. When I got back it was raining with very heavy rain, I tried to track the animal downstream but we gave it away after a while as it was so miserable and cold and wet and went back to camp for a feed. A week or so later we were back and my mate and his spaniel found the animal just a bit further downstream.
He was one of our team of three. A character as well. One time flying into the hills my mate thought we were going to crash as it was a bit dodgy that day for flying. The dog sensed it and I saw him crouching on the floor of the plane looking worried sick. I just made sure I remembered where the axe was in case I needed to hack my way out if I survived the crash.
He didn't like getting out from under my mate's sleeping bag if it was a bit cold and the snow was banked up outside the hut door. But he was an asset as an extra set of ears, eyes and that acute sense of smell that dogs have.
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