Tale of a Wimp
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
We couldn't ask for a better family dog than Rudy. He came to us through the American Brittany rescue society, we've had him since December. He's a wonderful companion, gentle with the kids and about as low-maintenance as they come. My husband is a hunter, so of course we wanted to adopt a hunting dog. Problem is... Rudy's not a hunter. Consider the evidence below.
Mama duck with baby at the river. She had about 7 of these cute little tykes with her, sweet as can be, paddling this way and that.
Steely eyed hunting dog goes to investigate. Note that he cannot get his dainty paws wet in that cold, cold, river water. Note the body language.... "I'm trying to go into a point, I've heard that's what I'm supposed to do, but I'm not sure this is right". (American Brittany's have an instict to go "on point" at the site of an upland game bird, but these are waterfowl, so I'll forgive him for being confused).
Mama duck sees Rudy along bank and decides he might be offering food, heads in his general direction. Rudy's reaction was just short of sheer terror. He quickly removed himself from the situation, making a bee line for safer territory, back to hunting his natural prey... leftovers from under the picnic table.