Sunday, March 3, 2013

Honorable Scars

I am reading my copy of "Pointing Dog Journal"
(a great magazine for those who love their Hungarian Pointer as a hunter)
On page 14 there is Rick Smith's Trainin' Dogs article: "The Overprotective Owner."  Early on he explains about hunting dogs and injuries: ... "
"However, being a hunting dog is a fairly high-risk occupation, and it's one that our dogs would choose even without our participation given the opportunity."

Later on: "Bird dogs that hunt will get scuffed up and scrapped up.  Dogs that stay absolutely perfect throughout their lives aren't doing much hunting.  That's a fact of life, and there's no way to guarantee a dog will never get a scratch or dent.  Those are considered honorable scars, earned in the field and on the job, and they add to the dog's character."

Bailey's new scar came from an earlier barb-wire injury.  Our vet did a great job and the scar should hardly be seen when it heals completely. 
 
 Just a part of owning a hard-charging hunting dog.


20 Miles in a Slice of Heaven

Two weeks ago I posted the following to the Yahoo group Vizsla Walk:

As I prepare for my attempt to do the Tahoe Rim Trail this summer, I want to
start doing regular 20-mile hikes in the local Bay Area Hills where our
Vizslas can run off-leash the whole time. Chloe and Bailey (my Hungarian
Pointers) will be joining me.
My thought is the first Sunday of every month, 1/2 hour before sunrise, a
small group of Vizsla owners (or other athletic breeds) accompany their
humans on a 20-mile hike. The goal is to average 4 miles per hour, so the
5-hour hike would be done before 11:00 a.m. each time.
If anyone is crazy enough to want to join up, let me know.

First hike would be March 3rd. Sunrise is 7:00, so we would meet at 6:30.
Hike to be determined depending on interest.
Happy trails,
Rod aka RBD


Well, four brave souls met me just past the horse stables on Bollinger Canyon Road at 6:30am today, and up into the Las Trampas Wilderness Area we trekked.


Five Vizslas came along:  Kenzie age 2, Bailey age 4, Chloe age 5, Demi age 6, and Cooper age 12.

In the early morning coolness, we headed up Elderberry grade, which climbs into the park.  The climb went on for 45 minutes until we crested a ridge and started back down the next valley.


At about 6 miles in, Penny and her two humans took a shorter route back to the cars than James, Zachi, and I took.  We had been at it for two hours, and the terrain of the wilderness area can be brutal.  We were not half way to our 20-mile goal as the three of us remaining, with our four Vizslas, kept up a brisk pace; 15-minute-miles on fire trails and smaller routes are tough.

The terrain of the wilderness area brought us into the clouds for over an hour.  Cold wind blew from the north as we walked along "Rocky Ridge Trail" before dropping back down into Bollinger Canyon. 

To the east we pulled another 45-minute climb up to Las Trampas Peak and looked out over the Diablo Valley.  By now the sun was out and the green oakstudded countryside was wonderful.  We were three hours in and had a little less than 10 miles covered.  The goal of 5 hours to cover 20 miles was not going to happen.


For the next 90 minutes, we enjoyed some moderate trails with great views.  It was not until we passed the Eugene O'Neil Historical House that we came upon "the killer grade" that takes you from near the valley floor back up to the Las Trampas Ridge;  16 miles in and we had a two-mile tough climb.  My legs were feeling the strain by now, but all our spirits were high.

From the ridge back to the cars, we traveled through sage-brush- covered hills until we followed a creek that took us back to Bollinger Canyon. 


We got back to the cars six hours after beginning.  As I write this the dogs are passed out on the floor.  We humans may have hiked around 20 miles but the dogs had run more than twice that.
Zachi had a GPS unit that calculated 2,497 feet of elevation gain (climbing) and a similar amount of descent.

The soreness will pass in a couple days, but the memories of a good hike on this early March Sunday morning will last for years.

April 7th will be the next 20-mile hike.  We may head deep into the Sunol Wilderness area and head to Del Valle Lake. 

If you are up for an adventure and some great exercise, you can join us.


Sunday, February 3, 2013

Viz Whizz in Briones

At the summit of Mount Mott
 A pack of nine Hungarian Pointers and an honorary 18-month-old Vizsla (Golden Retriever) set out into Briones Regional Park on a glorious mid-winter's day. 
Briones trailmap
 The air was crisp and a light breeze came from the west.
Walking along Toyon Canyon Trail
 
The trails were moist from rain a week ago.  The earth was fresh with new grass.
An hour into the hike a pond was a refreshing break for the dogs. 
Three hours and seven miles made for some tired dogs.  They ran, swam and played like the dogs might in heaven.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Tribute to A Dog


It is strange how tenaciously popular memory clings to the bits of eloquence men have uttered, long after their deeds and most of their recorded thoughts are forgotten, or but indifferently remembered. However, whenever and as long as the name of the late Senator George Graham Vest of Missouri is mentioned it will always be associated with his love for a dog.
Many years ago, in 1869, Senator Vest represented in a lawsuit, a plaintiff whose dog "Old Drum" had been willfully and wantonly shot by a neighbor. The defendant virtually admitted the shooting, but questioned to the jury the $150 value plaintiff attributed to this mere animal. To give his closing argument, George Vest rose from his chair, scowling, mute, his eyes burning from under the slash of brow tangled as a grape vine. Then he stepped sideways, hooked his thumbs in his vest pockets, his gold watch fob hanging motionless, it was that heavy. He looked, someone remembered afterwards, taller than his actual 5 feet 6 inches, and began in a quiet voice to deliver an extemporaneous oration. It was quite brief, less than 400 words:

"Gentlemen of the jury: the best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his worst enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous... is his dog.
Gentlemen of the Jury: a man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death."

The jury deliberated less than two minutes then erupted in joint pathos and triumph. The record becomes quite sketchy here, but some in attendance say the plaintiff who had been asking $150, was awarded $500 by the jury. Little does that matter. The case was eventually appealed to the Missouri Supreme Court, which refused to hear it.
NOTE: The statue of "Old Drum" looks a whole lot like a well-built Vizsla.

A statue of "Old Drum" was erected on the Johnson County Courthouse Square in Warrensbug, Missouri, where the trial occurred. The statue still stands there today.