The dogs approve

It’s a clear case of the inmates running the asylum.

I simply need to accept that.

My dogs tell me I’m too controlling.

Sit.

Stay.

Come.

Fetch.

I’m always directing them.

Or trying to.

Not that they pay a lot of attention.

They do their thing. I do mine.

My friends smile and shake their heads. They all use electronic collars on their dogs. Almost every bird hunter I see in the field follows suit, their Labs, pointers and spaniels performing beautifully on high-tech cue,

I’m still old school, relying on a whistle instead. Of course my tweets are accompanied by a lot of hollering, cus...