Do you go hunting?
As I have an English Springer Spaniel, that's the question I am often asked, and that's also the question which used to make me feel rather uncomfortable, cause I didn't know what to answer.
A mere "no" was a way to play safe, but sounded a bit rude.
Yet, if I let myself go, and gave my real stand on hunting, it sounded far ruder...
Sitting on the fence was getting harder and harder, but fortunately some years ago I found a way to answer truthfully without hurting anyone.
I was walking Canaille along the street, when suddenly a car screeched to a halt near me. A man jumped out of it, and hailed me :
The guy looked so excited that I immediately know I wouldn't be able to dodge the dreaded " hunting question ". And, of course, that's what happened!
I could have turned the tables and answered his " does he go hunting? " with a polite " do you? ", but on that day, no shilly-shally!
I decided to give my best shot and replied with an enthusiastic "Of course! ".
For sure the man was a hunting fan, cause then he peppered me with questions I tried to answer as honestly as possible...
Yes, Canaille (my dog) was a wonderful hunting dog. Actually the ultimate one!
Yes, he had a fabulous nose, and could detect preys whatever the surroundings.
Yes, his prey drive was inexhaustible, and he always showed willingness to go to any length to fetch the prey.
Yes, he loudly announced me where the prey was, and never barked at the wrong tree.
No, he didn't have any favourite prey. The bigger, the better!
No, he never brought back the prey. He polished it of immediately!
That's when the man looked flabbergasted, and at last asked the question he should have started with...
" What sort of prey does your dog hunt? ".
" Two widespread species ", I answered, " cookies and crackers! ".
When it comes to hunting, I can get nasty really fast, so now that's the way I get rid of that hot issue with a bang!
After all, life is much easier when sprinkled with humor, isnt' it?
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