My dogs aren’t supposed to be bird dogs.  It’s not something that BTs were bred for but lately you’d think they were.  For some odd reason I have two mourning doves who are hanging around the pond.  After several days of them taking flight from under Gavin and Patty’s noses, the dogs are looking for the dumb birds, even pointing them.  I say dumb birds because they don’t go far and return to the same place as soon as we walk away from the pond.

     The dogs know I have a strict rule of no birds, no chasing them, no hunting them, and no killing them.  But what’s a dog to do when they no longer fly away but run along in front of them?  (If you recall from an earlier post, I won’t let the pups run loose in the yard until we can repair the fence this summer.)  The doves are driving the pups crazy with this ground hugging nonsense.  Although I think if the birds took flight, it’d really chafe under their collars.

     Every time we go out now, they drag me to the pond where they will point out the doves.  I keep telling them they aren’t bird dogs they’re BTs.  I think they are suffering from delusions of Setter grandeur or Brittany fantasies.