Every time I saw Nigel I thought of our lovely Justin.
DD1, aged about six at the time, took him in the 'Best Child Handler' class at a local dog show and won hands down. Jussie gave me his 'Don't worry, Mum, leave it to me' look as they entered the ring. She didn't have to do much 'handling' and they stole the show.
DH used to show parties of school children around the farm, especially the huge potato store. A favourite party trick was to pick a child to carve his/her initials on a potato and rub their hands all over it. I would wait outside with Justin while DH hid the potato in the mound. Justin would then smell the child's hand, and search for the potato. A trained gun dog, he would always find it and take it back to the child to huge applause.
He lived to be twelve like Nigel, eventually succumbing to arthritis.
He was a star.