Meet Pritchard. She's a 12-week-old Boykin spaniel who, if I don't ruin her in the training process, will be retrieving doves by September and ducks by the fall. Pritchard (she's named after a barrier island off the coast of South Carolina where I've been catching redfish since I was a kid), of course, knows none of this. Right now she cares only for her peanut-butter-flavored bone, a stuffed goose that honks when chewed, and, no matter how hard I try to hide them, my flip-flops. But she SITS, occasionally STAYS, sometimes COMES, and loves chasing a sock full of paper but doesn't always bring it back.