Who are We?

I have had a hard time the last couple of months hunting..so I have been concentrating and not writing on my blog. Mom says, "shame on the Poo." So here I am to give an update as to how things are going.

Jewel and I both are giving hunting a go. Dad is still hoping that my lack of love for water will change. He says that I have fear that he doesn't know where it is coming from. I am working on it. Dad and I went out on Friday and we went some place that we had not been before and nothing freaked me out. Dad said if I can just get over my fear of "someplace different" that I will be the perfect companion hunter. Gunfire doesn't bother me, but if I don't like a situation I am pretty stubborn about it.

Jewel went pheasant hunting with Dad on Thursday. The same place I refused to hunt she did as well. He said she just plopped down and would not budge forward. As he was loading her back into the truck he ran into another hunter. They talked about their dogs and she said (it was Jewel's prior mom's daughter) that she has had dogs refuse like that. Dad took Jewel to a different spot and they got out of the truck. Dad said that Jewel was very excited and she worked the field like she is supposed to. Jewel's problem is she does not like loud noises of any kind. Dad thinks this has something to do with where she lived before she came Home to us. She is ever on alert with loud noises. Mom said they are going to continue with "sound" therapy for Jewel and see if they can get her over that.

Dad thinks we are both very capable of being really good hunters. He said that he thinks it will just take us a litte longer than most.

I am pretty smart and I like to go, go, go. Mom and Dad say they won't give up on me because "it" is all there.

I did have a success this month though...I have decided that it isn't so bad for people to touch me. At about 10 or 11 months I decided that I didn't want anyone but my Mom and Dad touching me and I would duck away if someone tried to touch me. Last month when I was with Kissty Kissty her Mom visited the shop and I didn't like that. This month when her Mom came to visit I wagged at her and let her touch me. I now also greet everyone at the vet's office downstairs from Kissty Kissty's shop. I've told my Mom, in not so many words, that maybe I am just a late bloomer and I like things just so before I feel good about it. Mom doesn't seem to think any less of me for it.

Well, I think I will get it. I am sure I will have more to report next Sunday.

I am Hugh