My old girl Ginger went to the big CRP in the sky last monday. She turned 14 in May and had been goin downhill pretty hard the last few weeks. Last Monday was the end; she got to go out layin on her bed and in her buddies arms. She had no quit in her and loved all my hunting buddies. Pretty much ignored everyone else, cept for little kids. This picture was taken on her last SD hunt 4 yrs ago. When she was almost 11.
I just hope that wherever she is the Roosters all hold for a point and the cripples don't spur a good dog too hard.
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