I hunted with a basset hound that pointed pheasants, retrieved out of water and would give me east rabbit shots all day. Then poop in the back seat of my car before I could start the car to head for home, every time. I had a cocker that new more about canoe tripping and rabbits than most people do. The shots were a bit tougher, but that crazy dog never failed to rip all of the feathers off my arrows that missed, before he returned them to me. Longbows, short dogs and bunnies, pure fun.