Hounds!
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I've known a lot of true hounds in my day... but those really look like shepherds to me. Both canines, one tracks and one corrals.
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Mistake, how did they here.
My wrong, delete, if possible.
My wrong, delete, if possible.
No need to delete over nomenclature.
They are handsome animals worthy of showing off.
They are handsome animals worthy of showing off.
The most impressionable dog I ever had was a Black & Tan hound I named Elmer--after Elmer Fudd, of course. According to my older sister Evil, it was that dang little brother and his idiot dog, or that idiot little brother and his danged dog Elmer. That dog was dumber than a box of rocks yet smarter than a NY lawyer. I don't know how many times Elmer rewrote that Boy/Dog contract, but I came out on the losing end every time.
Fine looking animals!
We had Beagles when I was a kid.
Loved hunting rabbits with them. They would even track a pheasant. You can tell by their howl or bark.
Those coon dogs looked slow and dumb when sitting around. See how they are when they strike a hot trail on a culvert that goes under a road from one cornfield to another. It is quite a transformation.
We had Beagles when I was a kid.
Loved hunting rabbits with them. They would even track a pheasant. You can tell by their howl or bark.
Those coon dogs looked slow and dumb when sitting around. See how they are when they strike a hot trail on a culvert that goes under a road from one cornfield to another. It is quite a transformation.
Did I tell you Elmer loved to eat treble-hook Bomber fishing lures? Every time I left my fishing rod on the front porch, Elmer went for the lure. I'd have to clip all the barbs off to get it free from his mouth. Do you know how hard it is to catch bass with a Bomber plug with all its hook barbs cut off? Elmer never went for the rubber worms though. He tried one once and complained they tasted like rubber.
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Still miss this guy every day, a Real Hound!
No need to delete. I call mine a hound all the time
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Where are the hounds? In the truck, of course.
Or on the furniture
We share a fenceline with a neighbor whose rat terrier barks at Max and the other neighbor's labradoodle. That gets the doodle worked up. Max never says a peep, but walks to the fence, stares at the terrier for awhile and then calmly lifts his leg. The rat terrier never learns. The doodle and I think it's hilarious.
Or on the furniture
We share a fenceline with a neighbor whose rat terrier barks at Max and the other neighbor's labradoodle. That gets the doodle worked up. Max never says a peep, but walks to the fence, stares at the terrier for awhile and then calmly lifts his leg. The rat terrier never learns. The doodle and I think it's hilarious.
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Love hounds! Have had Black and Tans, Plotts, and Bassets. Bassets are the definition of laid back, get up in the morning, hold a mirror under her nose, if it fogs up, put food in the bowl.
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German Shepherds
Quinn, you are exactly right, one tracks and one corrals. I sit and watch them at daybreak each day. One goes into our large fenced overgrown garden plot and the other shepherd runs the garden fence perimeter and when the rabbits break out or circle back there is one to meet them. There is forest on two sides of the garden plot. I grew up hunting the Red River Valley in Louisiana with mutts for squirrels, beagles for rabbits, Walker hounds for deer, and Black Labrador Retrievers for ducks. My family were big hunters and sport fisherman, so at age 9 I tagged along. I don't hunt anymore, just sit, drink my morning java and remember the hunts, the people and the dogs we had. Thats what old age is all about!!!
Quinn, you are exactly right, one tracks and one corrals. I sit and watch them at daybreak each day. One goes into our large fenced overgrown garden plot and the other shepherd runs the garden fence perimeter and when the rabbits break out or circle back there is one to meet them. There is forest on two sides of the garden plot. I grew up hunting the Red River Valley in Louisiana with mutts for squirrels, beagles for rabbits, Walker hounds for deer, and Black Labrador Retrievers for ducks. My family were big hunters and sport fisherman, so at age 9 I tagged along. I don't hunt anymore, just sit, drink my morning java and remember the hunts, the people and the dogs we had. Thats what old age is all about!!!
When we showed Black and Tans, we had the smart one, the working show dog, and the pretty one, the confirmation show dog. Beautiful, but dumb as a post. The neighborhood kids loved to play hide and seek with Sadie the working dog, while Bandit, the confirmation dog, tried not to drown herself in the water bowl.
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Damn I love dogs.
One of my favorite childhood memories was hunting behind my Uncle Richard's pedigreed and registered beagle. She was a fabulous rabbit dog and also learned how to track pheasants. And she loved the attention she got from my cousins when they were children. We missed her when she passed away.
