A good friend recently said to me, "There's nothing better than the hope of a new bird dog"
A more true statement there isnt.
The puppy breath and teeth, grabbing ahold of everything and anything in it's wake
The crazy enthusiasm of first retrieves and smelling a pheasant wing for the first time
All new, all exciting, all holding hope for the future of great times afield
I feel like a new father again, complete with the 2am bathroom breaks and eventual playtime at 5am.
Annie will be my children's first experience with puppyhood. Their first chance to see a puppy grow into a member of the family and accompaniment in the field.
The hope for the future is overflowing. How exciting it all is.
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