The musings of Mingus the Irish setter of the field type. Kissing dog par excellence. Small, fast excellent hunter and ready to cuddle anyone anywhere. Except game birds, naturally.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Hunting dog
Gotta tell you about my magical weekend. Yesterday, when my human listened to scholars talking about wolves I wa staken on an outing by Amy, from Hundbiten. A blast!
She took me to a place I've never been to before, Dod island, and would you believe that I ran into old friends. Karsten's three setters, Avanza and her mum and grandma. What I love the most is to run with other setters, preferably from field lines. My human promised me a half brother when Avanza's sister Aioli had pups with my dad Peik av Miessevàrri, but instead my half-brother Laddie, short for Bruichladdich, moved in with Olle in Uppsala. Humans are fickle, so I'm not on best terms with mine.
But Amy knows how to keep a setter happy, lots of running, playing with buddies and then a tasty marrow bone. Mmmmmmmmmm! Thank you Amy,
Today we drove to Långtora to support our team at the annual field trial for bird dogs, consisting of pointers, Irish and English setters competing against the Continental team of Vorsteh and Bretons. Guess who won. The British team, of course, mainly because our Foxy was brilliant today (well-deserved, so good on ya Foxy!). But my human seemed very taken with Lisa, 12-week old Gordon setter puppy, who turned out to be a little pest. Nipped at my heels and tail yet everyone found her adorable. Maybe not a bad thing that Laddie has his own family...
And now I'll be hunting for ten long days...
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