FRIEND OF THE FOWL
I remember my Mom laughing when my breeder asked her if I was 'birdy'. I don't really know what that means, but I don't think she should've been laughing at me.
"Well David, you are an English Springer Spaniel. They fall into the Sporting Dog category. They are hunting dogs. The Springer Spaniel was bred to sniff out and flush birds for their human hunting partners. Granted, I'm not a hunter, nor have you ever had a hunting lesson, but you come from a long line of accomplished sporting dogs, so by nature, you should be attracted to birds. When you were really little, and I watched you track a squawking duck overhead, I figured you for a bird crazy fool like your Great-Uncle Wesley. Since then, however, I've seen a number of birds fly by and even land a few feet from you without you giving them so much as a glance, so I feel it's safe to say, at this point anyway, that you're not 'birdy'."-Editor/Mom
Well, what was I doing when the birds flew by? Was I playing ball?? Was I wrestling with one of my friends??? Was I having dinner on the patio???? Maybe I was focused on something more important.
"Okay, perhaps you were doing something most other dogs would consider more important, but being a Springer Spaniel, nothing is more important than birds."-Editor/Mom
Birds are more important than food?
"He's not right."-Jen
To your ancestors in the wild, birds 'were' food.
Hmmmm, okay. Well, now I forgot where I was going with my story. Oh yeah, it's about how Mom laughed at me when I was little, and then her and Auntie Jen did it again when we were on vacation in Camden. Now I'm thinking it's all tied together with this whole bird thing.
"So, tell us David, why do you suppose we were laughing at you?"-Editor/Mom
I don't know, but it happened every time I went swimming at the edge of the harbor. I thought everything was cool. I was fetching sticks, a tb and my new skipping stone. There weren't any other dogs there so we had the whole beach to ourselves.
"Okay, hold it right there. Think about it. Did we really have the whole beach to ourselves?"-Editor/Mom
Ummmmm, yeah, well except for all the geese and ducks that live there.
"Please tell me you know that geese and ducks are birds"-Editor/Mom
"Yes, please tell us."-Jen
I guess I didn't really think about it. I mean, birds fly, right? Most of the time they were swimming. Every time I'd go in after my toy they would all start swimming after it, too. I thought they were playing with me. It was fun. And if they're birds, what's the big deal? And why do you think I don't like them??
"Someone help him."-Jen
"Well David, clearly you 'liked' the geese and ducks, but bird dogs usually 'like' them in a different way. They don't usually want to play with them. They usually want to kill them. There wouldn't have been a bird left in that harbor if Wesley was there. He wouldn't have caught any of them, but they would've all given up and hung out elsewhere while he was around."-Editor/Mom
'Kill' them. Why would I want to kill them? They weren't bothering me. They weren't bothering anybody. And even if I did want to catch them, they would always be able to get away, cause they can fly and I can't. That just sounds exhausting. Not to mention, some of them were kinda big. They would probably peck my eyes out if I got too close and scared them.
"Hmmmm, good point, David. Maybe it's safer to stick with chasing squirrels and bunnies.