Stan, for him it's actually a look of nonchalance. He, like Cocoa before him, is patient while dad takes his photo. He was off running around when I shot the bird (it was his first time at the hunting property, hunting, etc., so I was cutting him some slack). I called him over when I shot the bird, and let him find it. I then made him sit, made him stay while I tossed the bird, and in two tosses had it down pretty well. Froze the bird overnight, and then tossed it a few more times to get him starting to learn to have a soft mouth, the frozen bird keeping the dog from biting down. He's a fast study, all legs and energy/enthusiasm. Even pointed his first pheasant- there is/was a game preserve to our south, and he came across the remains of a pen raised rooster that a coyote had dispatched. He locked up and from a distance I could see a wing. He's got great genetics.

Mike

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