Daisy the bird dog

I have no doubt she'd go fetch it. As rough as she is on frisbees, though, I don't know what kind of shape the bird would be in by the time she got it back to me.

My wife had a Chessie when we got married. Living on the farm it was her job to kill the mice and rats around the granary. She was good at it. Hated 'em. but she wanted to go hunting...So I took her out in a pit one day with one of my hunting parties...Not in it zackly...Big dog... 120 pounds lots of feet. Well we got a few geese looking at us...came right in...my paying sports got 3. Dog was laying outside on the ground All excited...told her to fetch 'em. Off to the races. Big dog gets the first one and holy toledo...brings that goose back...oh my... crunching bones...the best word for that goose was tenderized...and definitely...poor word but...it WAS dead. I'm still in the hole in the ground...Said Dayummm Winnie drop that...so she did...and off she took. I crawled outta the hole about the time she got the 2nd one...trying to stop her from tenderizing the 2nd goose...she thought I was playing with her...she was running around with that goose to the sound of breaking bones...all excited and having fun. One of the hunters went and got the 3rd 'un. Those guys were laughing at me and Winnie. That 2nd one was just ruined. ...I let her keep it...just as a kinda chew toy. We got more geese and she retrieved all without chewing...Till the next time I took her to a blind on the Bay...which was another story. She just loved waterfowl hunting and swimming...and rolling in somethin baad smelling...which she didn't need to do...she WAS a Chesapeake.
 
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