Ahhhh stop it you guys! I can't see for the mist in my eyes. Jake was my best friend, a Brittany also. Spent many an hour in the woods behind him. I can remember a day he was doing his job; and pretty darn good at it too; but I was not keeping up my end of the bargain. After about my third or fourth (okay - maybe tenth) miss for the day, Ol' Jake stood there watching the bird fly off, turned his head to one side to give me "that look." He did it better than my wife! I still remember that day and always will. It was our best ever, even if I didn't keep up my part.
I have another Britt now, Sadie, she's a good friend and hunter as well, but every time we go to the field I still remember Jake and what a pleasure it was to just be out there with him. If dogs do go to heaven I'll see him again and this time I won't miss.
Thanks for the memories guys.
John