On Wed, 14 Jan 2004 23:17:25 GMT, "Clive Summerfield"
My parents have always had Setters, of varying hue. I don't recall one
of them that could hunt or retrieve.
They live near a pheasant hatchery, so the lanes are often full of the
little flying hippies (bright plumage, hang around in woodlands,
permanently stoned). Walking their Gordon Setter at night we'd often
surprise one out of a hedge. Dog and bird would then stare at each
other in equal bewilderment, until the bird managed to outwit it.
"What do I do with this ?", you could see it thinking. "Will it be my
friend ? It doesn't _look_ like a postman, or a car. Probably best not
to bark at it then. Yes, Master will come along and sort it out for