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 . . .

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

A Talk with DK

Me:  Welcome to the big leagues.

DK:  What?

Me:  You are Dennis's replacement.

DK:  Seriously?

Me:  Yep. Dennis is in Kentucky with a guy named Ryan.

DK:  So?

Me:  So all the pressure is on you.

DK:  I'm prettier. I'm louder. I'm faster. I jump more rabbits. And you know you like me better.

Me:  You know I really liked Dennis.

DK:  My litter is the best ever. There's Shine and Birdie and that UKC champion and Steve Ety's buddy has a great jump dog and that guy from Alabama or somewhere down south called you. That's why you let me have pups with Martha.

Me:  Yeah yeah.  Well, you have a lot to live up to.

DK:  Seriously? Just shut up and give me a couple of scoops of dog food. We got this.

Me:  You aren't worried about Dennis being gone?

DK:  The door is open. I'm busting through. Step back and enjoy the ride. I heard you tell the Old Man I was the best young jump dog you've ever owned.

Me:  You still have a lot to prove.

DK:  Shut up already. We've got this. You would never have sold Dennis if you were worried. I know you. You have a plan.

Me:  Why is it that every time I talk to a dog it makes me crazy?  Here, have some Pride and don't let this go to your head.

DK:  Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.

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