Dogs part deux
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Submitted by ohio on Tue, 06/07/2011 - 8:33pm
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Pal of mine is a member of an urban search and rescue group. She's working with the bloodhounds in this video.
Bloodhounds are great dogs and terrible pets. Just terrible. But if you want to work with dogs doing trailing, etc., they are amazing. They really are. The brown one is Kismet, the black and tan is Soze (whe is a doofus and is pretty young still, hence the doofusness).
If you want a dog to lay on the porch sleeping, you need a boozehound.
Not a bloodhound.
Boozehound.
Woof.
Dog stories welcome.
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Dogs rock! All dogs, but especially mutts, best dogs ever!
What's the deal with bloodhounds that makes them terrible pets? I've heard they slobber, but so do a lot of people -- is there some other downside?
They eat the couch
They take a long time to mature. Combined with their OCD, they tend to chew a little bit on something and then realize they chewed it to tiny bits. Soze has taken out two couches. My pal has NO living room furniture because of her.
Also, given their obsessive need to smell everything, they forget to listen or pay attention to stuff like, oh, traffic. And you yelling at them to come back. And they have a lot of energy, which will be poured into weird behavior that you can't ever really get them out of once they've learned it.
Soze has some funny behaviors, too, but all within the realm of normal for a bloodhound. She's very pretty and still learning the trailing game.
Kismet is a wonderful dog. She's about ten years old and can find anybody anywhere. She's amazing. And sweet.
Who cares a about slobber? I'll take the sliming from dogs over the sliming from politicans any fucking day.
Wow, eating furniture, that's a tough one ...
but they're so darned cute! Those ears, those jowls!!
Wiemeraner
Looks like there is a Wiemeraner mixed in with the bloodhounds. What I have heard about bloodhounds is that they need to walk at least 12 miles every day to be properly exercised and that they are governed by their nose. On the other hand, like all hounds, they are very friendly and easy going.
Weimereiner is named Justice
He's a handsome dog. Floats along the ground. Sweet.
Two yellow labs, Cedar and Springfield---Spring is in the orange harness. In addition to be a trailing dog she is an HRD dog. HRD is Human Remains Detection. Her handler/teammate is a professional dog handler and they are a very very good team.
Nice dog, nice person.
There's also a Chesapeake Bay retriever (I think) named Hazel who is in a another video showing a portion of the training. She's pretty young and is coming along, but we wanted to show some of the phases---in this case, Christine acted like the subject (the lost person) and Hazel was allowed to watch her walk away until she hid out of view.
Hazel then rand down to the turn where Christine had gone and then spent some time screwing around. It's part of the process, as I udnerstand it, to let the dog learn that doing the job is more fun than sniffing around a dumpster.
There was another dog named Shelby, a lovely little Golden Retriever who isn't a trailing dog. She's a great demonstration dog though (videoing the dogs in training is challenging because you can't ask them to start over). Shelby did some standing in but I didn't need the footage after all.
her person, Margaret, is the subject in this video. Margaret is very patient and sat in that skanky stairwell for hours so the dogs could run the course. She didn't whine at all.
Me, I would have been filing complaints.
What great dogs!
I didn't see the Chesapeake... I used to have one and he was a great dog. They aren't porch dogs either. Love to run and love to swim.
Great video, it looked like a great time chasing them around while they found Margaret.
Hi, jjm
The Chesapeake is named Hazel, She's in another video where we show part of the training process.
She's a lovely looking dog. And her training is coming along. But yeah, lots of energy.
Good to hear from you.
Your posts are fun - and always interesting!
How's the house?
House wonderful
And still not finished. I have so much to do but all I do is work. Work work work. And then in my spare time, I work some more.
I did go on an outing this afternoon to a meeting about work.
But a doe looked into the back door this morning. I mean walked right up and looked right in. Good thing our dog Judy isn't alive or she would have died on the spot.
She was a great dog but she thought courage was overrated.
The outdoor cats, however, held their ground for an amzingly long time.
I'm in work mode too
Unpaid work - but work none the less!
I need a vacation, but then I'd probably just get caught up on the work I don't do while I am working at the things were I don't get paid. Something like that.
My yorkie has a "look out, I'm a 6 pound killer" bark. I'm sure she would unleash that bark - full force - if a doe looked in our window.
The only wild life we see are bunnies... lots of bunnies. Izzy isn't much bigger than the wild bunnies but she thinks she could take 'em.
Amazing thread
Corrente seems to be a strange attractor for animal and animal rescue people.
Raised by terriers
I was born when the first member of what would become a small kennel of Irish Terriers was six months old. Megan adopted me. Laid beneath my cradle and barely tolerated my parents disturbing me while asleep.
She was my first, and best friend. Ma has stories of us tag-teaming the Christmas tree decorated with popcorn and real gingerbread men. Megan could chew the kernels off without breaking the thread and i would graciously hold the cookies still for her to lick the frosting. After which i'd eat the bottom half of the cookie.
With the addition of more dogs and no sibling until i was five, it could be argued that a great deal of my socialization was from a terrier pack. I liked to nap in the crates, and readily admit to snacking on milk bones and kibble.
Megan died when i was twelve, and i don't expect the grief to be exceeded until my mother dies. I wrote her letters for nearly a year (and i could have used her since it was divorce time).
Though i've always loved dogs, it wasn't until about two months ago that i got my own. I've never been settled enough.
Tesla's a female shepherd/lab mix...who's mostly shepherd looking though a bit black with some lab coat texture. If her ears stand up, the only Lab will be the tail of doom. She's a sweetie, and scary smart at the way she picks up training. I can see her as a therapy dog. Who knows, real obedience training hasn't even started. If she demonstrates a particular skill, we'll follow it.
I was part of a pack of English Setters.
My parents got me a consolation dog when I was almost 4 years old. They brought her home a few days before they brought home my sister.
My parents showed English Setters, so they added more over the years and it seemed like there were always puppies too.
I loved that first Setter, Feather, she followed me everywhere. I'm sure I smelled like an old, unbathed dog in her later years since she slept in my bed (with me) and I would read or watch tv while laying my head on her. I was crushed by her death when I was about 12 too.
I got a one year old Chesapeake when I was 14, Buck Rogers. My mom kept him after I moved out but I was able to bring him to live with me for a few years before he died.
Chesapeakes!
It has been a long, long time since I've seen anybody else mention Chesapeakes. My grandparents lived on the Eastern shore of Maryland, and when I was growing up had the most amazing Chessie named Jeri. That's actually where my blogging name comes from - their names were Jean and Richard, so their dogs' names were always Jeri Anchard (corny, yes, but there you go).
Even with that, I was never really a dog person until we decided to adopt an animal three years ago. My partner is hugely allergic to cats so we ended up adopting a dog. Here in Jersey City it's all pit bulls at the shelter, so we are now the proud parents of the meanest looking 60-pound lapdog.