My Missy Bear. No idea how old she is, stray I caught. She was terrified of people, men the most so probably badly abused. She was killing my chickens so it was either kill her of feed her. Missing her right eye so had it closed up and fixed. Took a couple weeks to get her in the house but today she sleep's next to my bed. She doesn't do anything but make me happy and that's fine with me. Love the girl! She got fat because I had her fixed.
Mine and my wife's dogs. Both are going to be 3 come May and were born within 3 days of each other. I do not miss raising 2 pups at once lol
Aspen, my lab, was supposed to be a duck dog but despises water. Our goldendoodle sophie, on the other hand, loves it and gets muddy any chance she can.
Both are sweet hearts and very smart. Sometimes that intelligence gets them in trouble, as they love to ride the line of what's wrong and what's not.
I wouldnt trade them for anything, and since I still dont have a duck dog I have a good excuse to get another hound
I was home from college on Thanksgiving break in this one. The old dog on the Right was "Rocky" and the pup on the left was "Alfred E. Packer" . Both English pointers. I think Rocky was 12 or 13....
The ducks are from Jumpshooting Farm ponds..
This was a Catahoula named Caz we had briefly. She never turned on to hunting. This was a memorable hunt in 2007 where the girls each found a shed antler, and at the tail end of the drive, I jumped this little buck at about 25 yards and hit him on the run.