other By: Tom Keer | July, 20
I love all horses, some dogs and no cats. Two of those animal groups are self explanatory, but when it comes to dogs I favor sporting breeds. Pointers, flushers, versatile dogs, and retrievers, I love ‘em all. When it comes time to pull out my wallet it’s a different story. Then, it’s English setters all the way. I suffer from a malaise called Breed Myopia. That one-track mind is powerful, and odds are pretty good that you suffer from it, too.
It happened once, then it happened again, and I’m a setter man. Some of my friends call them pretty dogs or sissy dogs and other things best not repeated. They favor their own breeds, and that's all well and good, but know this; to a man they smile when I put down my dogs. Like ‘em or not, a setter on point connects each of us with a long-standing legacy. That legacy is far greater than each of us, and it connects our pasts with the present. The future of setters? It's about as bright as could be. Why? 'Cause setters do it better.