I am hanging with my folks (mid '80s with some challenges). My dad has always had great bird dogs and still has one. However, she's a little long in the tooth. We hunted over her, last fall, but she's really aged and is resigned to being a house dog. My dad has a heated kennel for her (my mom isn't a fan of dogs in the house). However, it has been below zero all week and she gets to sleep inside (kennel is >50F but it's a lot warmer in side). So, I am hanging with the dog (want to give her a bio break before heading to bed) and she rips some paint-peeling monsters. It's like the whole room is sprayed with napalm.