hunterws
Member
[size=10pt]This was a facebook contest for an on-line magazine called "K-9 reporter" by Happy Dog Connections.[/size] https://www.facebook.com/happydogconnections (see my Buck there!)
[size=10pt]Here is the prize list[/size];
Hello Kevin and Buck
A big congratulations, you came 1st place and win the big prize
A $50.00 gift card from Amazon Sponsored By Embrace Pet Insurance
One hour session with Karen Nowak Animal communicator (value $75.00)
A Customized Greeting Cookie Card with Shake A Paw Greetings (value $25.00)
Your Dog On the cover page of The K9 Reporter May issue (Priceless)
________________________________
They asked me to write a few lines for the article, and since there is no limit on characters here, I'll share that to ;;;
I received Buck at 8-weeks old and took him through training school, he's a very social dog and really loves the outdoors. One of our favorite stomping grounds is a state forest where there is a large stream running through, and we walk the main trail ... when I see his tongue start to hang out, I just tell him "get some water" and point to the stream, he makes his way all the way down to it, and then all you can hear is splashing. One day I heard the splashing stop, and started looking for him, there he was just laying down in the water, soaking up the moment while cooling off. Very much a water dog.
He didn't really like to get his paws touched, so would never 'shake'. Inadvertently whenever he would lick my face I'd tell him "good kiss", and after a while, he would kiss on command, even if he was busy doing something else, if you asked, he would break away and come give you one. He was easy to train, very attentive.
By looking at him you'd swear he was black lab, but his mother was Golden Lab, and the other half is 'mystery sneaky neighbor dog', which we don't know for sure. He never really wanted to put game in his mouth until later in life. We would go pheasant or duck hunting, and he would locate the game that was down, but would not put it in his mouth, no matter how hard I tried to teach him that. Maybe too city slicker, and didn't want to get a feather in his teeth? One day hunting, a lone goose came over, Buck was right next to me. I shot and winged the goose and I had to move out of the way, as it was going to hit me. When it came down to the ground with a broken wing, it looked at me, looked at Buck, Buck looked at me, then the goose took off. Of course, while I went to get the goose with the boat, Buck stayed on the island and watched me retrieve ... talk about spoiled. Later in life, he "got it" and really enjoyed being an amazing bird dog. One November on the shores of the Mississippi we were in a blind hunting, there were a lot of ducks around, they were even coming into the decoys as we were setting up before dawn! It was cold, about 10 degrees, and there was ice on the shore, but the water was still open. Buck retrieved 5 ducks that day to my amazement, as I had accepted he wouldn't do it, but that day, something clicked and went at it. (I really praised him for the first one) One duck had sailed out almost 70 yards, and Buck had spotted it. Without even telling him or having eye contact, he just went for it. He was able to walk out in the mud about 50 yards, then swam out the rest of the way, got the duck and started back. I really wish I would have had a camera that day ... as when he got back to shore, to my amazement the duck was still alive! The Mallard Drake had its head resting against Bucks muzzle, maybe thinking it was being rescued, but fate made it dinner. I'll never forget that moment when he came up on shore with the live duck, carrying him, and the duck was content just watching where they were going.
When Buck was about 5, he jumped the fence in the back yard, as I was asleep on the couch. Some neighbors woke me and told me he had been hit by a car and was lying in the road. I assumed the worst. He came to, and walked back to the yard in a daze, just walking around pretty shook up. There was luckily a vet tech that was on scene by chance, and she told me to just hold a compress on the wound above his eye with some cold water so it didn't swell up. Buck loves a beer now and then, and I thought this was a good time to help him stay still. So I poured 2 beers into his water bowl, dashed it with salt to kill the suds (tickled his nose) and he drank every ounce of the 24 ounces of beer. We went in by the TV and he laid in my lap as I tended to his wound, and he passed out. I attribute that happening to his seizures later in life. From what I understand, seizures are caused by head trauma earlier in life. The seizures are a frightening thing, to him and to me, because there is nothing you can do other than to ride them out. Whenever he has one, all I can do is hold him tight and talk to him, it seems to calm him, that and the proper meds helps keep it under control.
We have many parks local to where I live, and we take advantage of them often. Before his hips gave him problems, we'd be hanging out in the park playing frisbee or just soaking up some sun. Dogs are not allowed in parks, but being we don't have any dog parks, I bent the rule a bit. So, if ever I saw a police car coming, I could just yell at buck to "kennel" and he'd run for the car and jump in an open window. Then once the cop was out of eyesight, I'd tell him to "come" and he'd come running back to me. I miss those days when he could jump and catch a frisbee, or dodge the cops ... cherish your young dogs ability, their life span is too short.
Once the May issue is constructed, she will send me the .pdf magazine. I can't wait to see how it comes together. Received the $50 this morning and already spent it on some things I needed. As well I have already got an email from Karen Nowak about our 1-hour session, not too sure what to make of that. Have not heard from the treat people yet, but have a neighbor dog that I adore, and will surprise them with it. Buck has passed away, I had to put him down April 1st of 2008, but am glad he lives on in not only my heart now, but will be famous even posthumously
[size=10pt]Here is the prize list[/size];
Hello Kevin and Buck
A big congratulations, you came 1st place and win the big prize
A $50.00 gift card from Amazon Sponsored By Embrace Pet Insurance
One hour session with Karen Nowak Animal communicator (value $75.00)
A Customized Greeting Cookie Card with Shake A Paw Greetings (value $25.00)
Your Dog On the cover page of The K9 Reporter May issue (Priceless)
________________________________
They asked me to write a few lines for the article, and since there is no limit on characters here, I'll share that to ;;;
I received Buck at 8-weeks old and took him through training school, he's a very social dog and really loves the outdoors. One of our favorite stomping grounds is a state forest where there is a large stream running through, and we walk the main trail ... when I see his tongue start to hang out, I just tell him "get some water" and point to the stream, he makes his way all the way down to it, and then all you can hear is splashing. One day I heard the splashing stop, and started looking for him, there he was just laying down in the water, soaking up the moment while cooling off. Very much a water dog.
He didn't really like to get his paws touched, so would never 'shake'. Inadvertently whenever he would lick my face I'd tell him "good kiss", and after a while, he would kiss on command, even if he was busy doing something else, if you asked, he would break away and come give you one. He was easy to train, very attentive.
By looking at him you'd swear he was black lab, but his mother was Golden Lab, and the other half is 'mystery sneaky neighbor dog', which we don't know for sure. He never really wanted to put game in his mouth until later in life. We would go pheasant or duck hunting, and he would locate the game that was down, but would not put it in his mouth, no matter how hard I tried to teach him that. Maybe too city slicker, and didn't want to get a feather in his teeth? One day hunting, a lone goose came over, Buck was right next to me. I shot and winged the goose and I had to move out of the way, as it was going to hit me. When it came down to the ground with a broken wing, it looked at me, looked at Buck, Buck looked at me, then the goose took off. Of course, while I went to get the goose with the boat, Buck stayed on the island and watched me retrieve ... talk about spoiled. Later in life, he "got it" and really enjoyed being an amazing bird dog. One November on the shores of the Mississippi we were in a blind hunting, there were a lot of ducks around, they were even coming into the decoys as we were setting up before dawn! It was cold, about 10 degrees, and there was ice on the shore, but the water was still open. Buck retrieved 5 ducks that day to my amazement, as I had accepted he wouldn't do it, but that day, something clicked and went at it. (I really praised him for the first one) One duck had sailed out almost 70 yards, and Buck had spotted it. Without even telling him or having eye contact, he just went for it. He was able to walk out in the mud about 50 yards, then swam out the rest of the way, got the duck and started back. I really wish I would have had a camera that day ... as when he got back to shore, to my amazement the duck was still alive! The Mallard Drake had its head resting against Bucks muzzle, maybe thinking it was being rescued, but fate made it dinner. I'll never forget that moment when he came up on shore with the live duck, carrying him, and the duck was content just watching where they were going.
When Buck was about 5, he jumped the fence in the back yard, as I was asleep on the couch. Some neighbors woke me and told me he had been hit by a car and was lying in the road. I assumed the worst. He came to, and walked back to the yard in a daze, just walking around pretty shook up. There was luckily a vet tech that was on scene by chance, and she told me to just hold a compress on the wound above his eye with some cold water so it didn't swell up. Buck loves a beer now and then, and I thought this was a good time to help him stay still. So I poured 2 beers into his water bowl, dashed it with salt to kill the suds (tickled his nose) and he drank every ounce of the 24 ounces of beer. We went in by the TV and he laid in my lap as I tended to his wound, and he passed out. I attribute that happening to his seizures later in life. From what I understand, seizures are caused by head trauma earlier in life. The seizures are a frightening thing, to him and to me, because there is nothing you can do other than to ride them out. Whenever he has one, all I can do is hold him tight and talk to him, it seems to calm him, that and the proper meds helps keep it under control.
We have many parks local to where I live, and we take advantage of them often. Before his hips gave him problems, we'd be hanging out in the park playing frisbee or just soaking up some sun. Dogs are not allowed in parks, but being we don't have any dog parks, I bent the rule a bit. So, if ever I saw a police car coming, I could just yell at buck to "kennel" and he'd run for the car and jump in an open window. Then once the cop was out of eyesight, I'd tell him to "come" and he'd come running back to me. I miss those days when he could jump and catch a frisbee, or dodge the cops ... cherish your young dogs ability, their life span is too short.
Once the May issue is constructed, she will send me the .pdf magazine. I can't wait to see how it comes together. Received the $50 this morning and already spent it on some things I needed. As well I have already got an email from Karen Nowak about our 1-hour session, not too sure what to make of that. Have not heard from the treat people yet, but have a neighbor dog that I adore, and will surprise them with it. Buck has passed away, I had to put him down April 1st of 2008, but am glad he lives on in not only my heart now, but will be famous even posthumously
