Have you ever seen a laid-back bird dog? Maybe my past years raising – and chasing – these rambunctious breeds through neighborhoods, fields and the rooms of our house have clouded my perspective.
But it explains my surprise to see one sitting patiently in the passenger seat of a golf cart alongside The Broadmoor resort’s lake as he awaited his master’s return. And there were swans within a stick’s fetch away from him.
“Is he blind?” I thought. “Arthritic?” No. It’s just the way Ruger, as identified by the brass nametag hanging from his collar, rolls. He’s another member of The Broadmoor staff, his colleague and driver of the golf cart revealed.