The dogs were running just inside a logging road when they had a check. Gypsy came out and worked a few feet down the road. I saw her start to get happy and work back into the clearcut. I knew the check was hers and sure enough, she let out a squall heading over the hill.
Then I heard this huge big bark, covering her up. What the heck? What dog is that? I rushed over to the edge just in time to see Cole shouldering Gypsy aside, trying to get the check. I knew something was wrong. This is not the Cole I have been running.
Cole is a young dog out of Logan Elm Hot Head and Fox Creek's Blue Belle. I have been running him for a couple of months outside the pen and he has mostly cruised along, acting like a pup, chasing dogs around and trying to get in on the chase a little. Sometimes he sounds like a canary, others an eleven inch female, and occasionally squealing like someone grabbed him under the tail. He has been the master of never barking the same way twice.
Now anyone who has ever trained pups knows exactly what I am talking about. You can't pick them out of a pack. Their bark goes up and down. It's usually not too loud and almost always makes you wonder if you will be able to stand it. But sooner or later, they quit being a pup and get serious.
Today was the magical day for Cole. He finally realized it was ok to let it roar. He didn't do it all of the time, but more often than not, he let it go. And wow, what a nice bark. Cole made the big step from acting and sounding like a puppy into running like a rabbit hound and sounding like it too.
Time will tell if Cole becomes a great hound. He is doing a lot right, but still has a long way to go. Today though, he gained an advantage. If he can keep blasting out with that big hillside ringing voice, he may just be around for a while.
It was 29 degrees with a nice warm sun. I ran Chip, Gypsy, Jed, Billy, Ob, and Cole.