My Favorite Hunting Dog

My brother & I owned a bird dog that was such a good hunter that the dog gained renown within our small Southern community in which we live.  That dog played hard, worked hard and hunted even harder, and never failed to turn up a covey of quail for us to shoot. We never came home without dinner in our game bags.

Since my brother and I were both Masons and since the dog was so good at what he did, we gave the dog the name "Master".  He was indeed a master of sorts, because he could outhunt any dog we had ever seen.

After a number of years of hard work and dedication, we decided that we should honor him somehow and since it seemed appropriate, we named him " Past Master".

Well, that was a huge mistake.  After he got the title " Past Master", he stopped working, wouldn't hunt, and his demeanor changed for the worse.  All he did from that point on was sit on his butt and howl.

(Go ahead and smile.... It's ok......no offense intended!)