We took our boy, Big Ray, out to a friends camp on Halfmoon Pond in Swanville / Prospect the other day for a swim. And there he encountered a small flock of quackers which clearly caused a bit of confusion on his part.
I've never used him as a gun dog but it seems to me that from his body language his instincts were kicking in.. soon however he overcame his primal urges and settled instead for a handful of kibbles.
Guess he's not ready for prime time...
