A working Cocker was one of the breeds I definitely didn't want. That just seemed like bloody hell to me. I wanted something majestic, wolfish-looking, and focused.
So, you can guess what I actually ended up with... :D
My Cocker came along as a foster at 8 months old, and I struggled. I felt suffocated by his clinginess and overwhelmed by his destructiveness. Two walks a day only made him ripped AF and more hyper.
But I'd look at his joyful little face every time he raced back and forth between us outdoors, looking all giddy and omigod-this-is-the-best. Then he'd sleep on the back seat of the car and I'd want to keep him.
The cunning little git then ended up needing an emergency vet trip at midnight. Nothing like the threat of loss to make you suddenly infatuated.
It's now 10 months later and aside from some reactivity issues that we're still working on, he's such a total dreamboat. I love how much he loves water, learning tricks, and playing games.
I love how he doesn't like strangers, but once he trusts someone, he races around in big circles then jumps up me as if to say, "that's my friend!!!".
He's so damn FUN. I hiked mountains with him in the summer and loved watching him do his first scramble up massive rocks. His recall is phenomenal, which makes me sooooo proud.
Also, I'm now the clingy one and he does this cute contented little sigh when I just climb on top of him and maul him with kisses and bear hugs, haha.
I love him so much now that I honestly find myself wondering if a non-Spaniel would be too boring for me next time. He's ended up being perfect for me in ways I wasn't expecting.
I don't understand your trainer's comment, to be honest! My Spaniel has field champions in his lineage too, but he just loves to use his brain, nose and body. I'd think if you fulfil that, you'd have no problem at all!