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Pizza country

We finally went on holiday! And we went not to just any country, we went to pizza country! Italy. That’s nice. We are camping near the Garda lake, M tells me. We are on a pretty pitch:

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There are lots of ducks here, but they don’t dare to come to our pitch so I can’t catch them. M and P have me on a leash here and these ducks are not stupid, alas. Anyway, I don’t mind it much, because one can eat other wonderful things here. Like pizza, of course! M and P ordered one of my favorites, pizza with prosciutto (that is Italian ham).

pizza in Bardolino

In the picture I just saw another dog approaching, I give him my special gaze thats tells him to back off. He got it, they always do. So the pizza was mine.

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Tracking

We started a new training and it is awesome. I am learning to become a tracker! As I wrote before, hunting training did not turn out the way we expected. M wanted me to bring back dummies, but I did not see why I should. Had it been real ducks or partridges it would be different, those I would have brought to her (after eating the juicy bits).

So M, insisting to do some training together, went in search of something else and found this! Last week we had our first Official Training. We met in a forest near a lake, it is a place I do not know. It has lots of interesting smells! But there was one smell I had to focus on: that of the woman that was the missing person.  She hid herself and I tracked her. Simple! My nose is exceptional, so I did not find this difficult. There was only one spot where the training was hard, because there was a dead duck lying in the grass. After investigating the duck, I was back on track and found our missing woman. Then she hid herself again. Okay, that is a bit silly, because she is not really missing or lost, she is just pretending. M says that if I get really good at it, I could locate real missing persons. Like for instance when my boy friend gets lost, I can find him and bring him back home! That would be totally cool.

Tracking

This is a picture of our training. The missing woman took the picture, as you can see I was very near. M and the trainer are walking behind me, M is holding a very long leash so she won’t lose me. Because, you know, if that should happen I do not only have to find the missing person, but M and the trainer too! That is for advanced students. I guess in a training or two I will be ready for that.

Favorites

Humans like to make lists, I notice as I am browsing the internet. They name their five favorite travel destinations, or the ten things you should do if you want to date a pretty girl. Some of these lists are very awkward. The one about dating, for instance. The most important thing is not in the list: give her yummy food! Humans can really miss the point, sometimes.

There are a lot of lists about food, too. I think this is a great idea, so I have been thinking about my favorite  things to eat. Here it is:

1 – Pigeon

This is my number one, although I must admit I never really tasted a pigeon. I did manage to catch one, lately, but I ended up with a lot of feathers in my mouth and no juicy meat, because the pigeon escaped. So maybe this is not a good number one for this list of favorite things. Maybe I should make a list of favorites I wish for, another time.

 

1 – Pizza

This is something I actually eat a lot and it is awesome. I haven’t figured out yet which topping I like best: cheese or meat or both. Maybe pizza with pigeon is the ultimate yummy food, but I can’t tell you now (see above). I know I should make a picture of a pizza to show you here, but in reality I am not good at making pictures of food. When I see food, I eat it. So the pictures of it all look the same:

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This was a pizza with mozzarella and bacon, by the way. Delicious!

2 – Duck

Duck tastes really good, especially the ducks in France. The meat is juicy, with a good bite and wonderful taste. I hope we will visit France again, soon!

3 – Little crabs

I love little crabs. When I am lucky, I find them on the beach near our house. I search for them, they usually hide between the shells and seaweed on the shore. But I always find them, of course. I like them best when they are really fresh, just out of the water. Sometimes they try to run from me, but that is stupid. I am the fastest on the beach, so resistance is futile! One time I tried a larger crab, but that did not taste as well as the little ones. A bit too crunchy, in my opinion.

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Confused

I am a bit confused. We had hunting training again and I will show you what happened. We went to a spot with meadows and (oh no, not again!) muddy water. Fitch was the first one to do the training. He is a big strong golden retriever – not the kind of whitewashed retriever humans keep as a pet, but a really cool dog from a line especially for hunting. Fitch and his human went on a little hill. When his human spoke the magic word he came running down. If you look carefully, you can see him crashing through the plants:

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Then something odd happened. He ran right past our trainer Ilse and plunged into the water!

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I was wondering what the *** he was doing there. When he came out…

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… he was soaking wet. He ran back to his human to bring the dummy (he found a dummy! In the water!) and got his treat.

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Then M told me to walk with her, to the water. Ilse was still standing there, with my dummy. I wanted to collect it from her, but she threw it into the water! Way too far for me to fetch it!

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It was impossible to get hold of it. I really tried, but one has to be realistic. If humans ask the impossible, you simply cannot do it. So I discovered some very good looking duck shit and I lost interest in the stupid dummy. Had it been a real duck, I would have gone and fetched it, of course. I know how yummy duck can taste! Dummies, on the other hand, taste of nothing but old cotton.

Anyway,  while I was investigating the duck shit, Ilse’s dog was fetching my dummy. The show-off.Hunting training 1

 

 

 

Muddy waters

Hurray, yesterday we had hunting training again! Our trainer, Ilse, has recovered from her horse riding accident (extremely dangerous animals, horses! Have you seen their teeth? Horrendous!). So we gathered in the morning in some nice spot with meadows and little woods.

We did all kind of fun stuff. We collected dummies, ran back and forth, walked heel through a meadow. There is only one part of the training I do not like. I do not understand it, either. But I appear to be the only one, the rest of our pack knows what to do. This is it:

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We wait on one side of this ditch. Ilse is on the other side, with a dummy – still not a real duck, alas. She throws the dummy, we are supposed to get into the water, get to the other side, climb out of it, fetch the dummy, get into the water again and swim back to our human.

I don’t object to water, I like the sea and little mountain streams. But this water is different. It is tricky. It is dark and black and I can’t see the bottom. It feels slippery between my toes. There are things growing in it, tall grassy things. It is not clear where there is room to get on the other side, because all these grassy things are growing on the shore. Most important of it, it is only a ditch. I can run around it in a split second, fetch the dummy and run back, without my feet getting wet. But that is not allowed, strangely enough.

So: I do not understand this part of our training. I have to get this right, though, because I really would like to get to the next level. The level where we are allowed to work with real ducks. So I pay a lot of attention how the other dogs do it:

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Maybe I will get it, one day.

Silly

Fred caught a duck! He just told me. He was walking along a canal and suddenly saw some fat ducks sitting beside the water. Fred can be very quick and he was on them before they knew it. He caught one duck by the leg and happily brought it to his human.

Then something strange happened. His human got really angry and told him to drop it. Fred did, bewildered by this reaction and presuming his human wanted it for himself. That is why he brought it in the first place. But his human told Fred he was a bad dog and let the duck get away!

Fred and I are really puzzled by this behavior. Because after the incident with the duck, his human went to a shop and bought meat. I mean: why would you do that? Rudely deny a tasty duck that is delivered to you by your loving dog and then go and buy meat because you want to eat it for dinner? Humans can be very, very silly.

 

Duck

It is not so bad, having a holiday in France. There is a lot of nice food here we don’t have in Holland. They even make bubbles where we are now! I like it when people I don’t know personally produce something good and name it after me. Even though I am not allowed to drink it yet, since I am under-age (I am almost two). This is a picture of the bubbles they make here:

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And here is a picture of something I am allowed to eat. It is delicious, fat and juicy and very tasteful. Duck! I have to get M to know how to make this, then I will catch her a duck and she can prepare it for me. So I can eat this every day. Yum.

Confit de canard