Bobert, I too had a dog like that, and one day I too fell into a well. I yelled at him to get help, but the next thing I know he's up topside, scraping dirt like mad, trying fill in the well. After that we weren't such good pals as we had been. In fact, he got distemper or colic or something and bit my brother, who now runs rabbits and howls at the moon. We've kept him on a leash for years, but he IS a good huntin' dog, mostly, and since we had him fixed he's no real bother at all.