I hate typing this, but my GSP Hart, is pain free now. He had rods in his legs since about 10 weeks old, but loved to chase quail even when his body told him to quit. He just couldn’t. While he was sometimes a pain in the ass, I finally figured out he was just smarter than I was. He’s been retired for a while, but I found 1 old bird I shot over him to give him 1 last go. Delivering to hand was never a problem, getting it out of his mouth was sometimes a challenge. Osteosarcoma is a bitch, but he never complained. Hell I don’t know how he could stand the pain. Hopefully he is past the pearly gates now and he and my Father just found their first wild covey together in Heaven. Godspeed, Hart.
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