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The Flush © 2001-1998 by Ed Presnall All Rights Reserved As Published in the Springer Spotlight It was an awakening of those repressed genetics. Her first introduction to birds. As they waited their turn, the dogs in front of them, one by one, ignored the birds and remained with their handlers. She was next. The birds were in place about thirty feet away. The steward called her to the line and the Judge nodded a brief acknowledgement as they entered the playing field. The handler reached down to adjust the lead ... and she was off like a shot. The birds were in the open, near a fenceline in minimal cover. With her entire body seemingly electrically charged, she covered ground like a true huntin' dog. As she reached the birds, they flew up in a postcard perfect flush. But there was no shot and therefore no falling bird to retrieve. There was no gunner strategically placed to down the birds. On command, she returned to her handler, and to a rousing round of applause from the spectators for her efforts. She again came to the line and this time executed the pattern perfectly and took home a purple and gold ribbon for her performance. It was after all, indoors at a dog show and this puppy had just flushed the pigeons in the ring and won BOB in a brief few moments! Thanks to the judge for your sense of humor and more importantly for understanding the original purpose of this breed in your judging. © 2003-1996 - Ed Presnall - All Rights Reserved |