shouldazagged
Absent Comrade
I think of dogs like any other tool. Get the right tool for the job.
That's exactly what I did. My middle-aged rat-terrier-mix rescue dog, the Holy Terrier, is the perfect tool for keeping me company, keeping me laughing, and keeping me walking so I don't lock up rigid.
He thinks of me as a fine tool for throwing stuff for him to fetch, helping him patrol the perimeter, and warming the bed.
The right tools for the right job.
But I sure admire your grouse dogs, and wish I could still hunt.