I had a bird dog once that wouldn’t pass a mud puddle without lying down in it. There was never one too shallow, too filled with weeds, too covered with ice, or too putrid. And he always sampled them by taking a few sips before plopping down. Ever see a guy who closes his eyes and savors the aroma of Boone’s Farm or MD 20/20 before knocking back the whole glass?
Mouthful of Feathers 
I had a bird dog once that wouldn’t pass a mud puddle without lying down in it. There was never one too shallow, too filled with weeds, too covered with ice, or too putrid. And he always sampled them by taking a few sips before plopping down. Ever see a guy who closes his eyes and savors the aroma of Boone’s Farm or MD 20/20 before knocking back the whole glass?