Sorry, All I have is a mental picture.
I had driven up I35 to within minutes of the Kansas state line to pick a puppy.
I was perplexed and disappointed when I saw the boys of the litter seemed healthy, and maybe even a little above avg in size for eight week old pups, but the two little girls were tiny. I had expressed my desire for a female puppy to the breeder, but I told him those two skinny little girls seemed sickly to me. He assured me they were healthy, and that if I wanted one of them, he would stand behind them with a health guarantee.
He then said, "Let me show you something" as he strode over to a pigeon cage, caught one, locked its wings and placed it in the pen with the puppies....The male puppies eyed the pigeon, one or two mouthed its feathers. But both the two runty,skinny little girls locked into the prettiest little sight points you ever saw, and could be picked up and put down without moving a muscle or their gaze.
I brought one of the little girls home, and she continued to astound and amaze me and those who saw her all thru her first year. She was a little whirling dervish. I called her my pocket pointer, and she handled both penraised and wild quail like a veteran that first season. The next year, as she matured, she slowed considerably, and really wasn't impressive at all.
As it turns out, an enlarged heart kept her from performing. True to his word, the breeder made good on his guarantee.
But, what a first year that little pup had!