"At 13, I saw the glint go out of her, the breathing shallow, and I took her into my vet whose x-rays revealed the smoke of cancer in her lungs. In the fall of that year, I took her to South Dakota, where she slogged into thirty acres of cattails and would not come out until every rooster left. It was her last hunt.'
In a lifetime, an avid uplander can have many dogs, all with varying degrees of innate talent, but there will always be "the one."
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