Is your hunting Dawg as smart as mine?

[Hopewell Tom]

We're on our second Beagle and find the breed to be fantastic friends and family. This guy, Tucker, is very interested in everything. Start into something and he's got his nose right in there. Catches mice, chipmunks and squirrels. A hound dog on the squirrels.
We live in an old farm house, so the odd mouse is in here with us. Got up the other day, cat was trying to catch one, but like a cat likes to wait for her chance. Tucker charges in, grabs the mouse and then out the back door with it. Gotta get that out of the way before the wife gets up! Good boy!

[Ron LaClair]

Thank God for Dogs...mans best friend.

Ken your dog food bill must be astronomical, those dogs of yours are HUGE!       :eek:

[elknutz]

I will play! While it lasts....  I love this little girl, she loves to hunt.

[jacobsladder]

Lab lover

[Paul WA]

What a great bunch of dogs...PR

[lpcjon2]

This is my hunting buddy and if you get lost call me she will find you .




     

[4runr]

This is Blade, he likes to hunt sheds, chase cats and Treerats.


This is Sydnee, Blades mom.

[4runr]

This is Mocha, she's a puppy always hunting something to eat, and a clean floor to pee on!

[Thumper Dunker]

Heres my ausie playing dead . Was training him for decoying in coyotes but he's too agresive. He see's one and he goes in for the kill or runs them out of the state. Great at finding lost arrows and fetching up hit ground squirrels.
 
Great looking dogs guys.

[Toecutter]

HAHAHAH  haven't laughed that much in a while, thanks all!!  I miss having a dog!

[StickBowManMI]

Great thread Ron. Enjoyed all the pictures. My Terriers are only puppies but sure do love to chase the squirrels that cross our yard. The squirrels have learned that only the quick survive.

[David Atkinson]

Gunner showin off his Skullworks Necker

[GO Rogers]

"Beau"

He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.

When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or set or stay,
He did things his way.

Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite pray,
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.

He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.

On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.

We would charge up the street with mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!

And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.

But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the old one was there
And would follow him where he was bound.

We are early-to-bedders at our house--
I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.

He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs
And I'd give him one for awhile.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.

And before very long
He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.

And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.

And there were nights when I'd feel his stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I'd reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
And I think I know the reason why.

He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.
And there nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.

        Jimmy Stewart   1908-7/2/1997

[laxbowman]

This is Emma, the black lab pup.

She likes walks, playing fetch, and chewing up everyhitng in sight.

And she LOVES TO PARTY!!

[Killdeer]

That'n hits right to the bone, Glenn.

Killdeer  

[swampsSonny]

Nice thread I've got a bit of a soft spot for beagles myself.I bow hunted bunnies often enuff that my older beagle would get excited when I got my longbow out and since his nose is currently broke due to a nasal tumor I'm working on a young pup Thanks for the thread its been very enjoyable

[GO Rogers]

Sure does, I tear up every time I read that poem by Mr Stewart. It reminds me of the dogs I have loved who are gone, running and playing in fields of clover, waiting for me in Heaven.♥

[rastaman]

Glenn, thanks for the poem.  It brought back memories of my Kodie.  It's good to know there are others out there that feel the way i do.

[GO Rogers]

You're welcome.

[joekeith]

Well here's a pic of me and most of my pack....