Duck Hunting and Long Hair

This is Bernie in all of his glory.  Perfectly styled curls, comfortable home, not duck season.

Look how beautiful our little boy dog is.  He has better hair than me and we all know how important good hair is to me.

Duck Season is in full swing now.  This is how relaxing and pristine the water is....

Nice place to be on a fall day....

Not!

He looks happy, right?  Poor B.  His curls are no match for the burs he ran into on that peaceful morning of hunting.  I wonder if the taste of duck feathers in his mouth makes it worth this?  Could he look any more pathetic?  He purposefully left that one dangling in front of his eye to make me cringe and claim he would always be an inside dog with long curls and I will feed him roasted duck everyday!

A guy at the boat ramp actually had the nerve to ask John "Man, is that a labradoodle??!"  Really?  Does this LOOK like a labradoodle??  Bernie hates that man now and poodles.  He can't hate labs because Tara is a lab and he loves her.

John had to cut most of the burs out.  Bernie got a lot out himself.  He would chew them out then literally spit them across the floor at us.  Thankssssss.  I have stepped on one too many of nature's little gift with bare feet.

B won't let me take an after picture.  He looks something like this:

Just Kidding!!  That's Duke.  He's a lab.  Bernie loves him too.