The Story of the Hunting Dog
The power of labels.
The power of labels.
There was a hunting camp once in east Tennessee, a complete hunting lodge and destination, frequented by hunters for years.
They had nice sleeping accommodations and very good food. They guaranteed results, and included cleaning and dressing done for the guest, and even taxidermy if desired, for those types who enjoyed a vacation out of the city pursuing hunting-type hobbies.
There lived and worked on that camp one of the finest, most in-demand hunting dogs a guest hunter ever requested. His name was “Salesman.”
Requests for Salesman
In fact, the requests to use Salesman were nearly as plentiful as reservations for the hunting lodge itself.
One day a fellow who worked and lived in the big city decided he had his fill, and when the approach of his vacation came, he and a couple of his friends called to make a reservation at this hunting lodge. It was all set up, and the date was theirs.
The city boy went on to reserve Salesman for their outing, since he was by far the most experienced and exciting hunting dog anyone had known.
You don’t want Salesman
“I’m afraid you don't want Salesman,” was the reply from the hunting lodge. “How about a different dog?”
But I have used Salesman before and he's the best, most exciting, fastest, untiring dog I have ever seen.
The explanation from the camp came “He WAS the best hunting dog in the land, but two weeks ago some new hunter called him “Sales Manager,” and he hasn't done much more than nap ever since!
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