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Prey drive in Airedales Post from the Coyote Gods forum By John-Henry: I read Matt's story about his mousers aloud to my children the other night, and the little Tic-Tock dog apparently wasn't impressed too much, because he did one of the damndest things that I've ever seen an Airedale do this morning. I had a lot of tumbleweeds stacked up on the windy side of some fences, and I decided to flame them off this morning. For those of you that don't have tumbleweeds, those things flare violently when you touch a match to them, and even though they don't burn for very long they burn hot, particularly if there's a breeze to fan them. At any rate, I touched a match to a wad of the things that was about five feet high and ten feet thick on a fenceline, and in a few seconds there was a roar and blaze, and a big old packrat came firing out of there in a hurry onto the open ground. Unfortunately for him, the Milli Gorilli dog happened to be hanging around on my heels, and that poor old packrat didn't get ten feet before the Knee Knocker took a dive at him. Packrats are quick little buggers, though, and he missed his first snap, and the raton spun nimbly between his forepaws and fled right back toward his refuge in the tumbleweeds. And then things started to happen very quickly; the rat vanished into the tumbleweeds, and the next second the wind swept them into a curtain of flame six feet high; it looked like a half-assed country version of the Balrog in "Lord of the Rings" or something. And before I could even draw breath to shout, the Male Man hit that wall of flame at a dead run and vanished into the blaze. To put it somewhat inelegantly, I didn't know whether to shit or go blind, but before I could do much of anything he erupted back out of that fire, and for a second I thought that HE was on fire; his whole coat was full of burning pieces of tumbleweed, and you could smell the singed hair on the mad beast. But that didn't trouble him one lick; there was a packrat tail hanging out of his jaws, and an Airedale grin on his face. I know that Airedales have a high prey drive, but things are getting a little ridiculous around here. John-Henry
Matt Thom breeder of Tagger wrote as answer to this story:
"After I got done reading this I
went and told the Tic-Tocks mom and dad the story, all Zack said was "What a
Dumb SOB" and Xena said "That's my Boy !"
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