I took the guys out for a romp in the pasture, Sophie and Doc, Elvis and Dakota, Mia and Elettra – and was Doc ever a changed pup! This was only his second time in the pasture but he seemed to know what it was all about, doing his best to drag me with his leash; once in the pasture Doc showed a lot more independence, using his nose, and less time playing.
Since I never know if there’s a rogue bird in the pasture, I always try influencing the guys into the wind while they do their thing. Doc began getting birdy but at his age, I didn’t pay much attention to it, discounting it as another one of those mystery scents that gets a dog’s attention. He then went on point briefly, not much more than a flash point, then really began working into the breeze.
Then he really honed in on the scent and about 30 feet farther went on point. It was the remains of a Pheasant that had recently been killed and eaten, leaving behind a few bones and a lot of feathers. I gently stroked his back while he held point, took a couple of pictures, then gave him a little nudge and told him to “get it”.
I tickled his nose with some of the tail feathers and let him mouth some of the wing as a reward. After that he wasn’t about to leave the remains so I eventually had to put his leash back on and carry him out of the pasture.