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 . . .

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Time for a Talk with Dennis

I hadn't had a conversation with my favorite dog, Dennis for a long time. The first time I talked with him, he had just survived his first field trial. I talked to him again when I took him to another hunt and he won. I decided maybe it had been too long and figured we should have a talk.

Me: You've been jumping a bunch of rabbits lately.

Dennis:  I love it when I can see them tear out of the briars, scared to death.

Me:  Well, it sure makes it fun to run when you jump so many. You had five jumps yesterday.

Dennis:  Yeah well . . .

Me:  So, uhhmm, keep it up.

Dennis:  By the way, I've been wanting to ask you something.

Me:  Yes?

Dennis:  How come we haven't been going to those things where dogs bark all the time?

Me:  Field trials?

Me:  I've just been enjoying running. We'll go again sometime.

Dennis:  Seems to me like you've just been enjoying riding horses.

Me:  Well, that to.

Dennis:  Is it because I didn't do so well that last cast in the finals? You know at the World with all those dogs.

Me:  Didn't do so well--you stunk Bud!

Dennis:  I know, I kinda lost my head a little.

Me:  A little?

Dennis:  All right, I was running around like a nut job.

Me:  Yep! I was so proud of you the two casts before that. You looked like a million bucks. I knew you were going to be famous. A World Champion. And then--WOW!

Dennis:  At least I got my picture taken. Anyway, if I looked so bad then why are you raising all these pups out of me? Are you wanting to replace me?

Me:  No. I hope you will be an amazing reproducer, like your dad, Logan Elm Neal. You know something special, kind of like magic in a bottle.

Dennis:  I know what kind of magic you want in a bottle.

Me:  OK, enough conversation. Time for you to get back in the box.

I guess I'll never learn. Talking to dogs is probably a sign of being a little crazy or frustrating enough to make me crazy.

Today I ran Dennis, JJ, Dilly, DK, and Martha.  It was 62° and sunny.