Spoiled! Or, Why Dogs are Djods: Reason #233

She's in there, hyper-actively searching, fixing my mistake, on my behalf.

Because I'm not swimming through brush so thick even the dog has to exhale to get through it to find the bird that I stupidly dropped there.
Thanks Rosie. I owe you another one.
The grouse are on to you, noisy breather.

I am spoiled as hell to be able to walk out the back door of my folks house and run into 3 different kinds of wild upland birds in less than an hour, as well as all the waterfowl, deer, and all of it is centered on a fantastic brown trout stream.

Check every bush, twice.

My backyard since I was born. 

I am spoiled.