Nothing sadder than seeing a pointer live in a 6X8 kennel being let out to run once a week if she is lucky. My last pointer, named Ginger, could cover a quarter mile faster than most drag racers. She learned when I let her out she had to sit until released, then she could go to the first fence row, which was a quarter mile away. At that point she would look for the covey of quail which was almost always in it, or nearby. I’d give her a few minutes if she could not find them before a recall. If she failed two days in a row to find them we would go find them. After all that was her job and she love doing it.
