The upset of losing my two best mates after fifteen years was so bad that the "Never again." syndrome hit and has stayed with me ever since.
They both used to come shooting with me. Jake was quick off the mark whenever I shot anything and invariably went to fetch it back. Jessica would stand beside me and wait for him to get back to within about ten metres; at which point she would walk forward, take it off Jake and bring it to my hand!
Jake used to go spare trying to tell me what had happened (as if I didn't know!) but he knew the rule that Jessica was the boss.
On one occasion I wounded a rabbit on the far side of a chicken-wire fence. Jake leapt the fence, ran the rabbit down within a few yards and brought it back to us.
He dropped the rabbit for Jessica to pick up and looked at me for approval; apparently not realising that he was on one side of the fence and we were on the other!
The rabbit realised that it was free and shot down a nearby burrow before Jake could respond to catch it again ...
... and Jessica looked at me with a look that said it all. :whistle: :whistle:
God how I miss those dogs!! :drink: