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Gotta add to this, FWIW
Basically, I was given a 4 week old golden retriever who's dad was national field trial champion. Like I needed another dog but he was killing his mom's teats and he had to go. Anyway, 2 weeks after I got him, unnamed and wondering what to do with a golden in north Florida, I was walking with "it" in the woods near the house, and the son of a gun locked down on a point and low and behold, it was a covey of quail. They flushed; he turned and wagged. Long story short, made no sense at all for a moment, but "it" got a name then and there ... right from this novel. What "it" did was not from the cookie cutter. Out of 3 English pointers and 2 Brittany's, "General" became not only the best quail dog I ever owned or worked with (and that I used to train other dogs down the road), but also the best duck retriever I've ever seen. Goes to show what a good read might inspire ... in my case, a name and years of fun at the very least ...