If you don't like sad stories, skip this one. I wrote this very shortly after Cooper's passing. It was extremely therapeutic to me. The old dog lay curled on a blanket, something soft for his old bones. His breathing was shallow now, more a whisper than rhythm, and his once-sleek brown coat had thinned and grayed around his muzzle and paws. The nub of a tail that used to wag in happiness rested still. The man was beside him, one hand gently resting on the old dog’s side. He c

Tired of picking countless burs out of your long-haired dog’s ears? Does your dog return from the field carrying half the cover with him? Are you plagued by burs, briars, dog hair, and the lingering evidence of a hunt well lived? Try Soul Glo!

Sometimes I wonder when we, as dog people, decided that loving a breed meant little more than posting photos of it online. Scroll through social media today and you’ll see more Boykin Spaniels than ever, wet, muddy, duck-toting, nub-waggling bundles of joy. They’ve become extremely popular, and I understand why. You get a Boykin for what they are: the look, the temperament, the compact size, the big-dog heart, the hunting drive tucked into that little brown package. A Boykin

There are moments in life when the tug of the marsh and the whistle of wings overhead outweigh every ounce of common sense. For me, one...