An up-through-the-ranks mustang lieutenant commander retired after 35 years and realized a lifelong dream of buying a bird-hunting estate in Nebraska. He invited an old Admiral friend to visit for a week of pheasant shooting. The admiral was in awe of the mustang’s new bird dog, “Chief”. The dog could point, flush and retrieve with the very best.
The old flag officer offered to buy the dog at any price. The mustang declined, saying that Chief was the very best bird dog he had ever owned and that he couldn’t possible part with him.
The next year, the same admiral returned for another week of hunting and was surprised to find his mustang friend breaking in a new dog.
“What happened to Chief?” he asked.
“Had to shoot him,” the Mustang replied. “Another old shipmate came to hunt with me and couldn’t remember the dog’s name. He kept calling him ‘Master Chief.’
After that, all the dog would do was sit on his ass and bark.