Dear Norman and Suzanne,

We could have returned the contract sooner but I wanted to take and send some photos of Springset Utopia Sunrise, call name Danny.  Even her call name is significant as my wife was set on “Lacy” as her name ‘til we opened the crate at the airport.  We quickly determined that Lacy was way to feminine a name for this dog.  Therefore Danny it is. 

This pup is a little bull.  Currently 18 inches at the shoulder and 28 lbs.  Her coat is one big cow lick.  Her tail looks like a cork screw, the fur wrapping around the root instead of feathering down.  She doesn’t know how to lay down gently.  She plops so hard so it appears painful.

I am not sure she feels pain!  She runs and launches herself into our male, Springset In Contention, bowling him over when he is not looking.  And she is a one person dog; which ever person is closest at the time.  Everyone is her friend.  She is the easiest of the four Gordons I have owned and by far the most intelligent.  An absolute doll.  Definitely not show dog material but cuter than a bug with a personality that wins anybody over, dog or human.

And she lives to retrieve.

Not balls or toys.  That’s beneath her.  She’s a bird dog.  At 18 weeks, my shooter missed a pigeon or so we thought.  The bird flew over a rise about 150 yards away out of sight.  I fluffed her up, styled her a bit at the place of the initial point and told her no bird.  When I released her and walked off she as normal went to the front, made a large circle back to where she had pointed and took off over the rise.  While kicking myself for not watching her better, I ran 75 yards or so and hid in the other direction.  There, I thought, that will teach her.  Now she has to hunt for me.  About the time I was getting concerned (5-10 minutes later), she came struggling over the hill, her head cocked to the side dragging the bird.  I didn’t have the heart to remain hidden after that performance.  I stood and as she has with every bird, she retrieved to hand, holding until I commanded release and exchanged the bird for treats.  I darn near cried while my shooter stood with mouth agape.

Enough or you will be reading a book.