Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization,
Worked with pet (didn’t own)
Posted June 27, 2013
Scoop the English Setter was part of my life for about two years. When his owner was out of town, which was often, I moved in to take care of the house as well as him. The house was very nice but Scoop drove me bonkers.
Scoop always had at least a bit of an odor and sometimes he just plain stank. And he slobbered, too. (English setters are bird dogs and they have soft, sometime slobbery mouths.) I liked him but I needed my space and he always wanted to be attached to me, literally touching me or pawing me or sitting and wiggling on top of me...
I'm pretty sure this dog did not get enough exercise or discipline. Each time I arrived to take care of him, he would be totally out of control, running from one end of the house to the other, slipping and sliding on the hardwood floors like a cartoon character. He was definitely a happy fellow; he could run for hours and loved to chase anything and everything that moved. But he was daft. It took more than a stern voice to get his attention. He would not listen and often I had to grab him and just hold him to the ground for a minute or so to settle him down.
Scoop could be a lot of fun--a bundle of goofiness. You had to laugh at him. All-in-all, he was a sweetheart, too, but definitely not my kind of dog.