I can still see the steam rising off our setter’s white coat, usually a stark white, now damp with dew, a little sand and more than his fair share of burs. His breath heavy with exertion, his eyes beaming with pride. On point – the only time he stands still long enough for me to paint a picture quite like this. The morning sun breaking through the pines…
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