This Is Who We Are At Deadbird Kennels

If you can change your calendar about once a year, around October, We know you're a dogman. You have several guns – a couple of light small bores for your bird dogs and a couple of magnums you use over your retrievers.

Your furniture is covered with dog hair and the rungs of the kitchen chairs bear the marks of teething puppies. You have one good blue suit, one pair of black shoes, six hunting coats and three pairs of boots – not counting waders and hippers for duck hunting.

Your car smells like a kennel, and you keep moving the cocktail table around the living room to cover up the stains on the rug. Your dogs sleep in your bedroom with the kids, and the kennel is used to store lawn mowers.

The richest people we know are dog poor. Their real Investments are in memories – and promises of perfect tomorrows. The pictures in your mind of Tick's first solid point or Tar's first long retrieve are not for sale.

Your dogs take you hunting – not the other way around. Days are remembered for the number of points not the number of birds in the bag.

You're about as fond of all the silly dogs you've owned as you are of the few that turned out to be superb. You don't for one minute believe that old saying about "a man only has one good dog in a lifetime." If a man can't find something to like about almost any dog – especially his own – there’s probably something wrong with the man.  Anonymous