After Rufus, I knew my father would go with his original intent and get a spaniel. After all, he belonged to a rough shoot in Kent and my brother and I had joined him on quite a few occasions as amateur beaters - where all the best work was done by the spaniels flushing out the game. Undoubtedly a spaniel it would be. I looked forward to the new puppy with wild excitment and could hardly wait for him to come home.
And then unbelievably, another of my father's patients popped up and mentioned his champion gun dog Bess, a black labrador who was due to give birth any day now. Bred with a fine stud she was and a better litter could not be found far nor wide. And so Oliver was born, our absolutley adorable little black lab puppy who we all instatly fell in love with. We had met both his parents , handsome gun dogs and anticipated a treasure all of our own, a delightlful but obedient dog who would love shooting as much as my father. A dog to be proud of.
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