It's cutting them loose and having the pack run the rabbit until it gives up and goes in a hole or gets caught. And although the dogs usually don't catch it, they run like they want to. Just me and my pack of hounds, in any condition, on any day, in the roughest places I can find . . .

Monday, March 24, 2014

Well Hello Gypsy

Logan Elm Gypsy
The dogs screamed tonight. Jeff and I ran at the landfill and the dogs burned it up. They ran heads up the entire night. A good part of the races were almost as hard as the dogs could physically run. It was fast and furious and a lot of fun.

Gypsy has been through a slump forever. She raised pups in back to back litters. This slowed her down and allowed her to get totally out of shape. Then she got the tick disease, Ehrlichiosis. This robbed her of all of her energy and fire. Basically she has been just another dog and not a very good one at that.

Tonight though, she slayed them. She was absolutely slamming. She got short checks and long checks. She kept all the races going. She ran the front a lot of the time. When she didn't have the front, she was just a slight breakdown from regaining it.

The dogs burned it up tonight and Gypsy was a large part of the reason why. I had almost forgotten how she could control the day. Tonight though, she sure reminded me and was it ever great. It was awesome and I can't wait to run tomorrow!

I ran Gypsy, Chip, Ob, Kurly, and Buther. Jeff Allen ran Wes and Flame. It was 37° and cloudy.

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