Opened the pheasant season today with my 7 year old, Jack and his kennel mate, Bleu - age 13. Bleu's hardly lost a step, though I now have to lift him in and out of the truck. He's tired and creaky tonight, so I gave him a Rimadyl this evening, and in the morning, I'll give him another if he looks like he needs it. Other than that I only have one thing that I do - every hunt that he makes, I look to the skies at the end of the hunt and thank God for blessing me with one more hunt with my old friend and for blessing Bleu with one more time doing what he lives to do.
