We were walking after all the snow piled up to about 11inches. Higher in drifts around the place.
Bayliss loved the snow. I don’t know his genetic makeup but I was thinking he might have malamute or something in there.
Til he brought me a dead bird of unknown variety. He was so proud of this bird. I didn’t have the heart to tell him he caught a ‘dead’ bird. Not real hard to do since they don’t move much. Rarely flying.
I put running the Ididarod(I’m pretty sure I misspelled that) with him in the lead spot and winning out of my mind. Alas, I don’t have the wardrobe for such a thing as that, anywhoo.
Yesterday we were walking again. The snow is gone. Everything is muddy. Bayliss’ snow white feets are a lovely shade of pink from all the redclay mud.
(Don’t say it, he will not be wearing boots.)
Anyway, I look over at him thinking he’s falling behind me, Betsy the beagle and the Chihuahuas.
Omg, he’s pointing. Front paw bent, head down. In the classic dog pointing pose.
I walk over and a dead bluejay is on the ground. My beloved Bayliss is a pointer of dead fowl. As I’m stunned and perplexed I don’t have the forethought to run get the bird to dispose of it properly. Betsy the beagle runs her fat ass over and swallows it whole.
Bayliss looked heartbroken.
I’m considering reinforcing this behavior. We don’t really need a bird dog. Mr.Wrekker hunts ducks, I don’t think they use pointers. Retrievers mostly.
Is there a way to monetize this?
I wonder…
call me if you lose a chicken or a parrot, I can’t promise we’ll find it alive, sorry
Hey, I’m just glad to hear that Bayliss is running around and enjoying himself! We need more Bayliss stories as they develop, and also, pictures please. In the Pet Pictures thread or here or anywhere, we just want to see more of Bayliss!
At our old house I used to find dead birds IN THE BED. Typically after we’ve turned out the light and gotten under the covers.
Also various dead things around he house. One time I glanced down at the carpet in the living room, and thought to myself, “Huh. I didn’t know we had a new brown furry toy. Oh God! It’s a dead rat!” Also, dead squirrels. And lizards. And snakes.
At least they were always dead! In this new house I haven’t seen any dead critters. Or live ones. Maybe there’s less critters to be had, or my dogs are so old they don’t care anymore.
Perhaps Bayliss has an ethical sense that it’s wrong to kill live birds. Yet he still loves to hunt.
Vienna has proven to be an excellent mouser. The one and only time we had a mouse in the house, she lost no time in killing it. And that’s in spite of the fact that she has no front claws.
Lady, a cocker, trained-up real nice. Being taller Wife would sight the prey long before Lady did, then make a scene of surprise and delight when they flushed the bunny. Lady liked the show so she learned to pay more attention.
I think some duck hunters use pointers. I once had an English setter who’d go into point when a fly landed on the refrigerator. Everybody wanted to borrow him for hunting. Alas, my sweet dog was gun-shy. That’s OK. So am I.
I love Bayliss’s delusions. My lab dreamed of catching a rabbit. One day she came upon a very recent roadkill rabbit, pounced, and shook it. She was convinced she’d achieved her dream. I swear she strutted the rest of the walk. The tale of her prowess was broadcast at the twilight bark. 15 minutes of canine fame!
Bayliss is a legend in his own mind. As well he should be.
Bayliss’ brilliance has surpassed my expectations. For a foundling he’s quite the dog.
Today walking he was very much more aware of his surroundings.
@VOW, cadavers? Umm? Nope won’t be doing that. I’ll lend him out if anyone thinks there are dead bodies to find on their property. He’ll not judge. I promise.
So far he’s kept all my secrets.
