Mollie runs on high octane. At six months old
she’s a rocket ship in the grouse woods. Our older dogs hunt and she follows, then
tears about a bit on her own, all the while trying to sort out what life is all
about. Birds equal excitement, there’s no doubt about it.
Yet she is cautiously bold. Isn’t that an oxymoron?
Not really. When she encounters something new, she stops to watch a bit, maybe analyzing or trying to figure out what it is or what it does. Let’s hope she does that when she encounters her first porcupine.
During her forays into the grouse woods, her range is less than Maggie’s, which is good, and she regularly checks back to see where I am. When she gets a nose full of scent she slows or stops to figure things out, then points. What more could I want?