The good, the badlands, and the ugly dogs
Remy's tail wagged fervently as he worked the ground ahead. A strong breeze from the west pushed scent perfectly in his direction, and the 19-month-old pup used it to his advantage.
"Good boy," I said. "Find the birds."
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