I could think of no better way to celebrate the life of a fabulous gun dog than to spend the day with another fabulous gun dog. Henry and I honored his predecessor with a day in the field.
Henry pointed three times.
I shot three times.
Henry retrieved three times.
It was chicken soup for a dog owner's soul.
Henry pointed three times.
I shot three times.
Henry retrieved three times.
It was chicken soup for a dog owner's soul.