I got to go hunting with my Master and didn't find any birds. Actually I didn't know what to do, as I haven't been trained.
I did get into a briar patch and the stickery bush was terribly painful. My Master had to cut the hair on one of my ears so I've lost my beautiful long hair....at least on one ear. The hair under my arm pits had to be cut too. The stickers (burrs) were embedded into my hair, close to the skin. I couldn't sit, I couldn't walk, I couldn't lay down without yelping. I don't think hunting is worth it. Yet, I do like to see the birds. You know tweety birds are just as fun as pheasants.
I saw some real hunting dogs, black labs, they had shock collars on and their owners were more demanding and gruff. The hunters would yell and give their dogs barking orders. One got disciplined because he ate another dogs food. It was hard to watch. I think I'll stay with my current Masters.
I'm now a Canine Good Citizen. I received a diploma in the mail. I can not believe I passed the test because I tend to jump up on people when I'm really happy. I loved, loved, loved the classes I attended. I learned lots of things.
Roo Roo to you all!