When we're doing the hiking/walking/hunting thing he will jump in the nastiest, scummiest pools and ponds of crap imaginable..........but let it rain. You couldn't pull him out the door with a bulldozer.
He's a brittany. Every one mistakes him for a springer because he's large for a brit. He's eight years old.
This is what you get when your babies grow up and leave home.
Damn I miss having babies around.
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