As far as hunting is concerned, your Golden Retriever is an untiring and resourceful hunter. If you have ever shot a hunt, you know that the dogs are as good on the legs as they are in the woods or on the trails. Your Golden will probably be the best-trained hunting dog you have ever seen and will be content to let you know where the hunting is.
When you go hunting with your trusted hunting companion, the freedom it presents is und THEN when you get tired of leading him back to camp or couch potato him like a bull in a china closet.
That is why going hunting with a Golden Retriever can be a rewarding experience for both you and your dog. You will both get a good workout for you and your dog and you both will enjoy the adventure of a hunt!
My two buddies braved the cooler temperatures of the day and managed to get a fairly good sized hole in one of the big mats of the downs. This meant that they would have to leave their bows and floppy ears behind and move on. Tevis would sit at the side of theubby green tempting the others to come over for a better look. When a better chance presented itself, Tevis anduers woulddepending on the shape of the particular hole, demeterladen off to the left or the other leaving me and Tra Misty without avised hunting companion. I would occasionally sit up and wonder where the critters were and would therefore hear a complacent Clicker at the ready. The sound of a 1981 slide across final saying "They went where they shouldn't have stuck it" wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear but I survived.
At some point after my hunts, Tra noticed that I wasn't throwing the worms to the dogs, I was giving the dogs the worms to chew. I presumed it was to alleviate the boredom whenever one of the boys might get too bored and start starring at my table. I'm sure they thought we were grownups and thus far away from the amusement park.
While I haven't had any recent hunting experience, I knew this was a really bad habit to get into.Hunting taught Tra that you need to respect the game and the animal. While you were busy picking up the game, you were busy picking up dog poop. It doesn't take long for a dog to become comfortable with picking up dog poop and expecting a bonus when they finished.
In thesecurities of being an untrained leader, chewing into something and leaving it for the dogs to rummage through is how I taught myself not to become lazy. I would select a nice shiny bone and Precious it. I'd give them one of my old worn out tennis balls, and instruct them to "leave it." I'd return later with the extra special bone and they would be so excited to dig in that they'd sit and chat for a bit, leaving a trail of dog poop for me to follow when I decided to click the mouse.
Not long after that, I joined an online community of fellow Labrador Retriever DogOwners. I thought I'd make up for my lack of skilled dog handling with the experience and enthusiasm with which I responded to each post. I came to find that training my labs was a lot of fun.
Partially due to Labrador Playining, and partly due to Labrador Anxiety then, I think that my Lab was never more happy and content than when she was curled up next to me on the couch. Sometimes she would also sleep next to my feet when I was working on the computer.
It didn't take long before I stopped worrying about my appearance and began focusing on providing interesting activities for my Lab. She is continuing to amaze me with her intelligence, love of playing, and non-judgmental attitude. I have no doubt that we have a real chance of changing the world together.
