Be Still My Heart --- for what might have been...
April 24, 2007
Some friends were over the other day and I was showing them our various new dried animal skins. ---Two minks and one pheasant---from recent roadkill finds. I like having representative pretty things around.
We found 2 lovely minks on local roads in the past month, in perfect shape, nice big ones, so I skinned em out and dried/preserved them with Borax. Borax seems to do a good job. I did a big turkey hide last spring with it and it's still fine.
Anyway, everyone was passing the skins around and oohing and ahhing. The kids liked them, too.
I set the pheasant down and after awhile someone noticed our Daisy dog standing there, looking pleased, and mentioned it to me.
What I saw made my heart grow weak.
Ah, what might have been...
A gundog with a bird.
What a glorious sight.
...If only she hadn't been an abused rescue dog, gunshy and stickshy from the word go.
(I thought I was getting a great bargain. A valuable German Wirehaired Pointer for free! Beware, beware...you get what you pay for. I worked for years with her. Got plenty of great advice, from dog shrinks, trainers and such. We got the training down pat. She quickly and happily learned 34 commands...but never could abide a sound, noise, click or sight of a gun or stick or bow-and-arrow or inner tube or hiss. I trained her to eat around noise but the lessons melted away outdoors. A sound and steady $500 puppy is SUCH a bargain...)
...We could have had so many lovely dinners. Eagerly charging over field and stream. Bringing home the bacon. And she would've had so many more giblets of her own...
...What might have been.
She put down the skin on command. What a sweet dog.
- , posted on May 09, 2007|
|Now if that just ain't the sweetest dog! Shes holding that bird like she bagged it herself. But I must say that what might have been is speculative, and the reality is that a hugging session with Liz in the fireplace trumps a bird in the mouth, any day!|