Lady and I used to pick up, but we've now transitioned to being a gun and a peg dog repectively. It was a bit of a trial at first because Lady didn't like the reduced workload associated with sitting next to me on a peg. However, now that she's a bit older (she was 8 in September) and also because her ED doesn't improve with age she's now settled quite happily into the new routine. She gets a mixed workload. Some days things go well for me and I seem to be able to no wrong and Lady gets enough work to satisfy her desire to pick up those pesky pheasants. She picks up at the end of the drive and because she has a tendency to run in I put he on a corkscrew tether. The exception is if I wound a bird rather than killing it outright which does happen. It's vital to deal with this immediately, so the routing is break the gun, unload, put it down and then release Lady to retrieve the wounded bird. She's actually pretty good at that and on more than one occasion recently I left her to her own devices to pursue a runner into cover or woodland and she has had a 100% success rate bringing the birds back. Yesterday was a bad day. Hardly any birds over me. A total of 5 I think came near enough to consider. 2 were Hail Marys as the Americans might put it and I let them go. I missed 2 completely behind, then on the last drive brought down a nice cock bird and it fell just behind me. I have no idea how it happened, but poor Lady started to scream and when I looked she's turned to watch the bird fall and had got the tendon in one of her back legs trapped in the triangular handle of the corkscrew tether. I got to her as quickly as I could after making the gun safe and thankfully got her released without any damage to her leg. Poor lamb. She'd had quite a fright. It was a complete freak of an accident. There was a gap in the bent metal of the handle just wide enough for the large tendon in her leg to pop through and get trapped. The chances of that happening must have been minute. I'll hammer the gap closed later to remove any risk of it happening again. Our day was over at that point, though. In my rush to get to Lady I'd pushed the barrels of the gun into the mud so that was that. Lady and I watched for the rest of the drive. She's fine so all's well with the world really!