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Don’t threaten me, bucko!

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Stella taking a breather on her morning run with Hera.

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Hera on point on a daily training run.

Raising and training hunting dogs is one of the joys I experience in life. Currently, I have two Brittanies; their names are Hera and Stella. Like the dogs who came before them, starting with Christie (my first dog) and followed by Maggie and Juno (all Brittanies), they are loved. I raise and train my dogs with a soft hand–Brittanies have sweet dispositions and are easy to train. I see that my dogs are well-trained and properly socialized. They are friendly and like meeting people and other dogs. My dogs, save for Maggie, lived to hunt–they are keen little huntresses. When I am out with my dogs, either hunting with them in the field or for their daily training runs between hunting seasons, I carefully observe the hunter safety protocols and do my best to leave a good impression with the people I meet. As a gun owner, hunter and dog owner, I am well aware of the need to maintain good relations with the public at large. By and large, my dogs and I go about our business without any trouble. Sadly, as hard as I try to live and let live when I am out with my dogs, there are times when I have run-ins with disagreeable people Continue reading

Non-hunters and a disobedient Britttany makes for quite a drama.

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Hera is my fourth Brittany, so you think I would be seasoned enough in gun dog training to manage the embarrassing situation when she decides to disobey most spectacularly during a confrontation with non-hunters. My buddy Jason Quinn and his dog Nos joined me as I took Hera to the vet for her annual vaccinations and a heartworm test. Following the visit to the veterinary clinic, we  made our way to some parkland along the Rideau River in the south part of Ottawa for our daily dog run. I have been  running my gun dogs there since the 1990s and only on one other occasion had a confrontation with people who complained about my dog. I remember standing my ground on that occasion; it was with Maggie, my second Brittany. I told them, calmly, I would look after my dog, that they should just continue with their walk. When one of the persisted in berating me I shut him up telling him to “piss off.” He went on his way muttering insults. Today’s confrontation was far more dramatic. Continue reading