I adopted Beau on the 7th of April 2014, a frightened nervous girl that had obviously had a bad start in life.
We bonded quite quickly and in August of that year I introduced her to the grouse moor in the beating line,
the penny dropped and she realised what she had been bred to do.
In the last 3 years, Beau and I have done over 150 days of beating, shooting and picking up on grouse, partridge and pheasant shoots.
Unfortunately on 22nd February, whilst out for her morning walk, she stumbled into a depression on the moor, breaking her neck.
Death was almost instantaneous. She was a fabulous, loving dog with oodles of character. One in a million. We miss her very much.
You can never replace a dog, you can only get another one as they are all individual characters.
G Scargill
