On the Beach at Grayland
Last night at 11 p.m. my daughter and I made a spur of the moment decision to drive to the beach to catch the super full moon setting over the water, the last razor clam dig of the season, and shot photos of people and their best friends in the surf. We left at 3 a.m., it was a perfect morning.
This old gal had a “been there, done that” way about her, but seemed to enjoy the outing with her family even though it was a long way to walk.
This dog turned to see me shooting photographs, watched me kneel on the ground, my lens aimed at him and I watched him smile as she squinted into the light of the morning sun. A handsome dog with a curious and gentle spirit.
These two Labrador Retrievers didn’t seem distracted by the swirling cloud of Plovers as they met and made friends.
Basset hound’s always look to me as though they carry the worries of the world on their shoulders.
In the Field
The PNW North American Versatile Hunting Dog Association held a training day in my backyard today. I’d be willing to bet there are a few dogs you’ve never hear of before. Even after 35 years of hanging out with these hunting dog fans, I met two breeds that were new to me today.
The above dog is Fritz, a Stockharr pup from Munster, Germany. See http://www.duckswild.com/
I would have taken him home with me if Steve (or Buddy the WonderDog) would have allowed it. He is a real stunner.
I love watching a bird dog at work and have had the privilege of knowing some of the best.
I think it would surprise many of the members of the NAVHDA group to know how I feel, I grumble and groan about them staying in my backyard several times a year. But it isn’t hunting or the dogs that I have a problem with, it’s the disturbance of my peace and quiet. It’s the barking, the disruption in my own dog’s lives, and the fact that for two weeks after they leave Buddy the WonderDog brings me a daily gift of a found (sometimes alive, sometimes dead, sometimes LONG dead) Chukar.
This photograph was taken in September of 2008, it is the view from my parent’s house, overlooking my big backyard. That is my best friend leaping through the grass, Buddy the WonderDog. We call this shot “Thistlehill Joy.” That says it all.