GoodOlBoy
05-27-2005, 01:33 PM
Ok to put this odd my non-hunting dog has developed some rather strange hunting like habits.
Tanner is a Mutt, pure and simple. His mother was supposedly a Austrailian Shepard, and I am pretty sure his father was the result of decades of hasty unplanned dog sex. . . . . ANYWAY.
He has begun chasing and flushing game all on his own. I have lost track of the number of rabbits, deer, and squirrel he has chased right up to my back door.
He has also developed several new games he seems to enjoy emminsley. These include (but are not limited to)
Cold nose the chicken. . . . Yes thats right cold nose the chicken. He does not bite at them, he does not chase them (Other than he has learned to work with my wife to herd them back to the pen when they get out) But he seems to find it endlessly ammusing to sneak up on a chicken and cold nose it. This produces an airborne (albeit straight up) very fussy foul. . .
Toss the Mole. . . . . In this game variant he will be happily bouncing along and will suddenly attack the ground digging faster than a ditch witch. I have seen him turn flat ground into a two foot hole in under 30 seconds. Nearly every single time he pulls out a live mole and happily trots around the yard tossing him straight up in the air and watching him bounce. This continues until the mole decides to stop playing the game (ie its dead)
Outrun the shadow. . . . Yes in this odd behavior he suddenly decides his shadow akin to a land bareing jaws and runs full tilt until he tires (which usually takes about four hours) or until he finds opportunity to play Toss the mole, or Cold nose the chicken. . . .
Any ideas what to do with him? IE I wonder if he would even be trainable (He did not seem inclined to be trained as a young pup, and will run from the mear site of a gun)
GoodOlBoy
Tanner is a Mutt, pure and simple. His mother was supposedly a Austrailian Shepard, and I am pretty sure his father was the result of decades of hasty unplanned dog sex. . . . . ANYWAY.
He has begun chasing and flushing game all on his own. I have lost track of the number of rabbits, deer, and squirrel he has chased right up to my back door.
He has also developed several new games he seems to enjoy emminsley. These include (but are not limited to)
Cold nose the chicken. . . . Yes thats right cold nose the chicken. He does not bite at them, he does not chase them (Other than he has learned to work with my wife to herd them back to the pen when they get out) But he seems to find it endlessly ammusing to sneak up on a chicken and cold nose it. This produces an airborne (albeit straight up) very fussy foul. . .
Toss the Mole. . . . . In this game variant he will be happily bouncing along and will suddenly attack the ground digging faster than a ditch witch. I have seen him turn flat ground into a two foot hole in under 30 seconds. Nearly every single time he pulls out a live mole and happily trots around the yard tossing him straight up in the air and watching him bounce. This continues until the mole decides to stop playing the game (ie its dead)
Outrun the shadow. . . . Yes in this odd behavior he suddenly decides his shadow akin to a land bareing jaws and runs full tilt until he tires (which usually takes about four hours) or until he finds opportunity to play Toss the mole, or Cold nose the chicken. . . .
Any ideas what to do with him? IE I wonder if he would even be trainable (He did not seem inclined to be trained as a young pup, and will run from the mear site of a gun)
GoodOlBoy