My dogs are assholes
A little story about my day.
These 2 morons are my world, Lonzo on left is male 6y and Fern on the right is a female 5y. We’ve had Lonzo since he was a puppy and we acquired Fern at 11 months, she was returned to breeder due to porcupines (side note, she wasn’t getting quilled, her and her brother were destroying the porcupines, so lol)
This fine morning in Vermont near the Canadian border it was a brisk 1 degree outside and I was just getting home from work (7pm-715am shift) and I grabbed the dogs to go outside for their morning run around, on frigid days we don’t go to the park we just stay home to run around, they can chase birds and squirrels before it’s too cold and they want to go in for breakfast. I put their coats on, collars and an e collar on Fern since she has a mean prey drive. They barreled out the front door like always barking at each other going as fast as they can, stopped for their first pee and I see them look up into the woods, I didn’t even have to look before my nerves were all up in my stomach with that gut feeling there was a critter up there. As I call them to pay attention to me I can see the doe bouncing along about 100 yards up in the wood line… OFF THEY GO. So I’m yelling for them and running beeping fern, then I turn it up to 1 and call her and zap, nothing I’m still running up the hill into the woods, I get up to max shock but it’s too late she’s in full IDGAF mode. So I’m running calling her and I hear their barks way off in the distance now so I’m just following the tracks. About a half mile in there’s Lonzo just wiggling at me, he’s very very bonded to me so I’m assuming when he didn’t see or hear me about a half mile he went into self preservation and not just his life flashed before his eyes but his cozy snoozer and our bed and the warm fireplace and he said “uh-oh.”
So now Lonzo will not leave my side as I continue to look for fern, we live in higher altitude so I’m just following deer tracks on the side of the hills deeper and deeper into the woods trying to listen for fern barking and nothing. About 2 miles in a realize I need to turn around, find a way back home, get Lonzo is and get my car to go out looking for fern. So we make a loop, I’m going through posted land, peoples sugaring operations yelling for her and nothing. I get to the bottom of my hill and walk up the road, mind you it’s nearing 9 AM and the temperature has even DROPPED. My hands are sweating in my gloves, my beard is pure icicles I just worked my 12 hour manual labor job and now I know I’m not sleeping until I find her.
We walk up the hill (which is steep and icy) I’m calling and calling, I turn into my driveway and here comes a hunter orange carhartt jacket top speed down my front lawn BARKING AT ME LIKE IM AN INTRUDER. Get them inside, explain to the wife what happened and she laughs. Then I laugh, then I shower and go to sleep. She leaves for work at 1230 and as soon as she moves the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs I have two 80 lb furnaces waking me up demanding to be on the each side of me under the covers and fur on skin at all times.
Moral of the story is the biggest assholes can still be the best dogs and just make the most terrifying moments impressive.
TL;dr Girl dog ran off I chased her in the frigid temps for miles Went home with 1 dog instead of two Got home and girl dog was home the whole time waiting for me.
Anyway have a great day yall with your shorthairs, most interesting dogs I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.
A little story about my day.
These 2 morons are my world, Lonzo on left is male 6y and Fern on the right is a female 5y. We’ve had Lonzo since he was a puppy and we acquired Fern at 11 months, she was returned to breeder due to porcupines (side note, she wasn’t getting quilled, her and her brother were destroying the porcupines, so lol)
This fine morning in Vermont near the Canadian border it was a brisk 1 degree outside and I was just getting home from work (7pm-715am shift) and I grabbed the dogs to go outside for their morning run around, on frigid days we don’t go to the park we just stay home to run around, they can chase birds and squirrels before it’s too cold and they want to go in for breakfast. I put their coats on, collars and an e collar on Fern since she has a mean prey drive. They barreled out the front door like always barking at each other going as fast as they can, stopped for their first pee and I see them look up into the woods, I didn’t even have to look before my nerves were all up in my stomach with that gut feeling there was a critter up there. As I call them to pay attention to me I can see the doe bouncing along about 100 yards up in the wood line… OFF THEY GO. So I’m yelling for them and running beeping fern, then I turn it up to 1 and call her and zap, nothing I’m still running up the hill into the woods, I get up to max shock but it’s too late she’s in full IDGAF mode. So I’m running calling her and I hear their barks way off in the distance now so I’m just following the tracks. About a half mile in there’s Lonzo just wiggling at me, he’s very very bonded to me so I’m assuming when he didn’t see or hear me about a half mile he went into self preservation and not just his life flashed before his eyes but his cozy snoozer and our bed and the warm fireplace and he said “uh-oh.”
So now Lonzo will not leave my side as I continue to look for fern, we live in higher altitude so I’m just following deer tracks on the side of the hills deeper and deeper into the woods trying to listen for fern barking and nothing. About 2 miles in a realize I need to turn around, find a way back home, get Lonzo is and get my car to go out looking for fern. So we make a loop, I’m going through posted land, peoples sugaring operations yelling for her and nothing. I get to the bottom of my hill and walk up the road, mind you it’s nearing 9 AM and the temperature has even DROPPED. My hands are sweating in my gloves, my beard is pure icicles I just worked my 12 hour manual labor job and now I know I’m not sleeping until I find her.
We walk up the hill (which is steep and icy) I’m calling and calling, I turn into my driveway and here comes a hunter orange carhartt jacket top speed down my front lawn BARKING AT ME LIKE IM AN INTRUDER. Get them inside, explain to the wife what happened and she laughs. Then I laugh, then I shower and go to sleep. She leaves for work at 1230 and as soon as she moves the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs I have two 80 lb furnaces waking me up demanding to be on the each side of me under the covers and fur on skin at all times.
Moral of the story is the biggest assholes can still be the best dogs and just make the most terrifying moments impressive.
TL;dr Girl dog ran off I chased her in the frigid temps for miles Went home with 1 dog instead of two Got home and girl dog was home the whole time waiting for me.
Anyway have a great day yall with your shorthairs, most interesting dogs I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.