Remy Tales: Dog knows best
Emerging from the dense woods, I spotted the last known location of the downed Ruffed grouse. The bird was gone - vanished.
I closed my eyes, while a dreamy internal movie reel of the recent events began to flicker away...
My five-month-old German wirehaired pointer, Remy, had just popped out of a tight knell of poplars and aspens. His owner was in hot pursuit, trying to keep up with the overly excited 25-pound bundle of energy.
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