The new recruit standing amongst two seasoned bird dogs—a gentle reminder that he has large paws to fill. (Photo By: Seth Bynum, DVM)
I’ve learned over the years that the right dog seems to arrive at the right moment, whether or not we’re immediately aware of the serendipity. A year ago, the idea of a third dog seemed overwhelming and cumbersome. A lack of gear, vehicle space and logistics aside, I felt a strong preference for investing my precious free time into hunting my two adult dogs rather than raising and training a puppy.
My senior dog—still vigorous but in the twilight of his career—had handed over the reins to a younger dog in her prime. They hunted together seamlessly, were both well versed in the house rules and traveled comfortably in tandem kennels in the back of my truck. An...