Post by Kt29 on Nov 12, 2009 15:09:32 GMT -5
This is my little girl lab Dakota. In my eyes, she is an outstanding bird dog, and to some peoples amusement a dog that loves to hunt rabbits.
Like with most everything in life there is a story behind her. I have always been told that a hunting dog will let you know when it does not want to hunt anymore. This happened to me several years ago. My old yellow lab Moose and I and some friends spent a morning in late December hunting pheasants. We made a hunt then headed back to the vehicle for a snack and a rest. Over the years, old Moose had always been eager to get out and back to hunting. That day was different. He did not want to get out of the vehicle to hunt. He was 11 years old. It was a sad day for me, but I accepted the fact that he had done his duty so well for so many years and he had earned retirement. He never hunted another day, though he spent alot of time outdoors in the field going for walks and such. I was a little panicky realizing I may not have a dog for next season to hunt with. So I called my son in Idaho, he had got a beautiful yellow lab, golden retriever mix from some people there that raised them. I very nice dog and one I wouldn't mind owning. So I got the address from the people that raised them, luckily there female was going to have pups in the time frame I was looking for. I reserved a pup for myself and was very excited about it. Several months later I get a call from these people informing me that the female had a false pregnancy and there would be no pups soon. Now I was in full panick mode. I got onto the internet and started looking for pups. Most appeared to be very expensive at the least. For some reason I called up the Spokane, Washington newspaper and checked out the for sale adds. There was an add for some lab pups at a give away price. The female had a litter of 10 pups. Seven males and three females. One female was a yellow lab and I wanted it. I immediately called the phone number. The yellow lab pup and just been sold. I was alittle sad. But she told me over the phone, there was a black lab female left. I wasn't sure now what to do, so I told her I would call her back. So next I called my old friend Bob in Spokane, Washington and asked him if he might go out and check out the pup for me. He was more than happy to do it for me, but warned me that he was a Brittany dog person. I told him I would forgive him for that. Bob went out and checked out the pup and called me back. Well he said, it looks just like a little black lab pup. I had to laugh. Then he told me the story. The female that had the pups was a registered yellow lab. The father was a purebreed black lab but not registered. It belonged to the neighbors of the kennel owners. Somehow the two dogs had managed to get together. Well the kennel owners had no use for the labs that could not be registered as pure breds, so they were getting rid of them at giveaway prices. Then Bob made the mistake of sending me a pic of the pup. That was to much. I called the people back and asked them if they would hold the pup for me till Easter when I came out to visit my son In north Idaho. They said that they would do that for me. So at Easter time I came out and picked her up. She had been born on Valentines Day. The little vest she is wearing today was a gift from old Bob. She was a great find for us and a supepurb hunting dog as well as a couch hog. My granddaughters named her.
Like with most everything in life there is a story behind her. I have always been told that a hunting dog will let you know when it does not want to hunt anymore. This happened to me several years ago. My old yellow lab Moose and I and some friends spent a morning in late December hunting pheasants. We made a hunt then headed back to the vehicle for a snack and a rest. Over the years, old Moose had always been eager to get out and back to hunting. That day was different. He did not want to get out of the vehicle to hunt. He was 11 years old. It was a sad day for me, but I accepted the fact that he had done his duty so well for so many years and he had earned retirement. He never hunted another day, though he spent alot of time outdoors in the field going for walks and such. I was a little panicky realizing I may not have a dog for next season to hunt with. So I called my son in Idaho, he had got a beautiful yellow lab, golden retriever mix from some people there that raised them. I very nice dog and one I wouldn't mind owning. So I got the address from the people that raised them, luckily there female was going to have pups in the time frame I was looking for. I reserved a pup for myself and was very excited about it. Several months later I get a call from these people informing me that the female had a false pregnancy and there would be no pups soon. Now I was in full panick mode. I got onto the internet and started looking for pups. Most appeared to be very expensive at the least. For some reason I called up the Spokane, Washington newspaper and checked out the for sale adds. There was an add for some lab pups at a give away price. The female had a litter of 10 pups. Seven males and three females. One female was a yellow lab and I wanted it. I immediately called the phone number. The yellow lab pup and just been sold. I was alittle sad. But she told me over the phone, there was a black lab female left. I wasn't sure now what to do, so I told her I would call her back. So next I called my old friend Bob in Spokane, Washington and asked him if he might go out and check out the pup for me. He was more than happy to do it for me, but warned me that he was a Brittany dog person. I told him I would forgive him for that. Bob went out and checked out the pup and called me back. Well he said, it looks just like a little black lab pup. I had to laugh. Then he told me the story. The female that had the pups was a registered yellow lab. The father was a purebreed black lab but not registered. It belonged to the neighbors of the kennel owners. Somehow the two dogs had managed to get together. Well the kennel owners had no use for the labs that could not be registered as pure breds, so they were getting rid of them at giveaway prices. Then Bob made the mistake of sending me a pic of the pup. That was to much. I called the people back and asked them if they would hold the pup for me till Easter when I came out to visit my son In north Idaho. They said that they would do that for me. So at Easter time I came out and picked her up. She had been born on Valentines Day. The little vest she is wearing today was a gift from old Bob. She was a great find for us and a supepurb hunting dog as well as a couch hog. My granddaughters named her.
;D,,,,,,, THANKS FOR THE STORY AND I REALLY ENJOYED IT ..KEEP THE PIC'S COMING..
