This is my Very Good Boy Orrin. He is an Irish Red and White Setter, the least well-known of the four Setter breeds. They are the foundation breed of the all-red Irish setter, which is probably the one that you think of when you hear “setter”. Seems like everyone either had one or knew someone who did, back in the day. You may have heard of the English and Gordon setters but almost no one has heard of my breed.
The Red and Whites were very nearly lost, but the work of preservation breeders saved them and my dog’s bloodlines came from Ireland. IRWS make excellent family dogs, as well as a good bird dog. We don’t hunt birds but somehow we have four setters, three IRWS and one English. And? All of them are birdy.
Orrin is nicely put together and I really should have shown him but we’ve been very happy having our dogs as companions. We live on modest acreage and there is a lot of wildlife, so we have to keep a close eye on them so they don’t go adventuring.
Now one thing to know about setters. They can be very hard to train a good recall - in spite of being a breed developed to work with a hunter, they have a mind of their own. They are very smart and get bored with repetitive training so the whole dog-owning experience is vastly different than say, a border collie that actually comes back to you when you call, if it even leaves your side to begin with. Every setter I have ever owned will run until it meets a fence.
The reason I am calling him Orrin Good Boy is because a few weeks ago, I forgot to close the gate to the dog yard after doing the mowing. I realized this a hour later when I glanced out of my basement office window in time to see Orrin vanish out of our pasture into the neighbor’s property which is a swampy wetland (remember, acreage) and my hair stood on end realizing that I was about to have the chase of my life if I was going to be able to get three out of four setters back before my husband got home. Lucky for me setter #1 was still inside. Female, the oldest, and I am so glad she wasn’t involved or they would have been two counties away in ten minutes.
By the time I got my shoes on and a slip lead and got outside… MY GOOD BOY ORRIN was running BACK though the pasture gate, back through the dog yard gate, and straight to me like SEABISCUIT I almost passed out from the shock. Especially when he was shortly followed by the other two boys. Friends, this is Not Typical Setter Behavior but whew, was I ever happy.
Everyone got many treats, especially Orrin.