Well I guess I'm lucky or unlucky depending on how you how you view the situation. My last Brittany, Star, apparently was a cat in dogs clothing. She was as imperious as a Siamese cat. She was certain she was in charge of everything including me. She hunted for herself and if I shot a bird she would look at me as if to say, "you shot it if you want it you go get it". I have often wondered how I ended up with a cat that looked like a Brittany. In spite of her idiosyncrasy's I do miss her. RIP Star.
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