By David DiBenedetto

Pritch and I are less than two weeks away from the opening of dove season in South Carolina. Hard to imagine now when she was just a ball of warm brown fur that I could hold in one hand as I dashed out the door before she peed on the floor.

By David DiBenedetto

In the last week I’ve logged over 500 miles in the course of training Pritch. We’ve had our ups and our downs. So I’m taking it easy today and surfing the Web for a bit. I found some pretty whacky dog stuff: A fleece-like vest called Thunderwear that a canine can wear to help assuage its fear of thunder.

By David DiBenedetto

Deer season opened yesterday in the Low Country of South Carolina. I know, hard to imagine if you hunt in a place like Vermont or Kansas. But take solace: it was 89 degrees today, and I heard the mosquitoes were so thick they could carry you off the treestand. I went fishing. Still, it got me thinking about Pritch’s potential as a tracker of wounded deer. She constantly has her nose to the ground, and I’m sure she’d pick up on a wounded deer trail with the proper training.

By David DiBenedetto

Last night when my wife, Jenny, and I returned from the grocery store I let Pritch out of her crate, and Jenny and I began unloading the goods. A few minutes later, I looked on the kitchen floor to see Pritch enjoying a $20 bill that had fallen off the counter and was now in two pieces. I ended her cash fix as quickly as it started, and a surgical-like taping job began. (I can assure you President Jackson never looked so good.)