The dog and I have been spending a lot of time outside this week. He's getting better at listening to me, and minding when I call him. He likes to face into the breeze and sniff the wind, a harkening to his predatory roots.
There is no way he's a hunting dog, but he imitates one at my house. I love it when he's sniffing around acting like a real dog. If he found a rabbit, he'd probably want to play with it. If he found a bisquit, he'd know what to do.