Today, the dogs were slow. In fact, they were only a little faster than a walk. I bet I could have kept up with them some of the time, and that's not saying much. They kept the chase going though and it was pretty steady. Just not too fast.
When the Old Man and I cut loose it was 5° with a wind chill of minus 14. Plus it was snowing. The rabbits in our area really don't like days like today. What's a guy to do though--running dogs beats sitting around the house any day. While the dogs were hunting, which was more than they were running, I started thinking about the question, how fast are your dogs?
Any time two guys start talking dogs that almost always comes up. Everybody wants to know all about speed. Well, on a scale of 1 - 10 . . . How many times have you heard or read that? When the dogs cross the lane everybody wants to be on the front--bragging rights for sure. And nobody wants to be dragging up the rear.
The dogs weren't great today. In fact, they were just OK. It may be the slowest I have ever seen our dogs run. I liked the way they ran though because all the dogs got some work done. All the dogs had good stretches. All the dogs got some checks. And they ran the rabbits until they holed. They weren't too fast, but they were fast enough for the day.
I ran Dennis, Chip, and Butcher. The Old Man ran Tony, Village Girl, and Gypsy.