Showing posts with label mutt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mutt. Show all posts

Sunday, January 8, 2012

And Finally Tank



Tank is my husband's dog. Both of them had a bond from the start. Tank was one of the biggest of the litter. My husband and Tank had one of those instant bonds. At and early age Tank was one of the most rowdiest of them, and always had the head of the line for food. As you can see by his three week old picture here he was a talker.

Tank flew threw his obedience training like a champ. He is willing to try anything at anytime. My husband and him are great friends, he is the go to dog for just about everything my husband wants to do. They became a lot closer in June of last year when my husband's other best friend a Queensland heeler named Daisy Ann who was just turning three was inhumanely poisoned while staying at his mother's house, where in fact all the mother and brother of Daisy Ann were also poisoned by a vindictive neighbor who did not like animals of any kind. Needless to say that case is still being investigated.

Anyway Tank and my husband (pictured above) are enjoying each other's company and plan on tons of future hunting trips of all kinds. Tank is a very sweet and loving dog with excellent manners. He is a dominate type of dog that looks forward to a good challenge. Tank will be an excellent addition to the pack and brings with him a ton of courage and boundless energy.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Introducing Drum

The next one in line to be introduced is Drum. He was born toward the begining of the litter with average weight. He is what other houndsman consider a pack dog. Drum enjoys being part of a group human or canine. He is not the sharpest tool in the shed where obedience is concerned as heal and down where two of his hardest to understand. But he makes up for his faults with a willingness to try anything once or twice.

The best part about Drum is his nose and his singing voice. Other houndsman with years more experience then I have said that Drum is what they call a rig dog, or a striker. That means they would put him on their truck and wait for him to catch wind of whatever prey they are looking for. Drum having a sharp nose out on a scent would be the first one to sound off or open up. Hearing him set loose his open mouthed bawl is a joy to hear.
I look forward to the day that we are able to put his great nose to work doing what his mama was bred to do. For now he is my goof ball who always finding weird ways to get stuck.