Of all the dogs I have ever seen in action,
the movements of a pointer please me most. It is perhaps the *ay they tread and lope from one clump of undergrowth to another and the way they carry their tails until the moment of pointing that makes their behaviour so fascinating. The point makes me hold my breath, spellbound in admiration of the statue that a pointer becomes as he stands stiff-tailed, with his head still and his foot raised. I am no expert on field dogs or the finer points of their behaviour at trials, but a hunting dog is as much part of natural life as the way of a stooping falcon or a weasel searching a hedgerow for mice. I watched a pointer at work this week and a magnificent animal he was too, a delight to his owner's heart as he moved through cover and low undergrowth, marking the hidden game. It made me wish to have such a dog.
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