My chocolate lab Moose, who is more of a couch dog than a bird dog these days, is going berzerk with all the duck calling coming from the garage. He stands at the door and cries until I let him come out and hang out. He hasn't hunted in two years because I haven't hunted too much, and he's getting older, but he's made it very clear that he still has the desire and the drive. I'm going to have to take him swimming at the gun club's pond just to cope with the guilt of not taking him hunting the last couple seasons. Since all this call-blowing started a few days ago he's been retrieving everything in sight and bringing it to me, perhaps in an effort to prove he's still got it...Dirty clothes, his toys, a pizza box, etc.