Our enthusiastic, hyper-puppy Henry got to visit Hunter last summer. Hunter was charmingly patient with his zippy little cousin - undoubtedly under orders from his mom and dad. Hunter introduced Henry to the river and the woods below Mt. St. Helen. Henry recognized it was just about the perfect dog place.
So that there will be no chance for you think Hunter was the least bit boring, I will tell you an Alaska story. The tale is that a handsome young Hunter got his name when exploring the bay in a doggie fishing expedition. He was near Craig Alaska when his prey attached to his snout. I don't know if his mom and dad managed to collect the crab for dinner - but Hunter got his name. I think the experience was worth getting such a great moniker. Great dog. Bye Hunter. Happy hunting big guy.