How many vet techs does it take to hold on to a hound that does not want to have blood drawn for a heartworm test? Well, we started with one vet, one human mom and one human dad attempting to convince me that there was no need for concern. We finished with the addition of two vet techs to the above roster.
Also, note added to my permanent file at the vet office - "Take blood draws from rear leg, not front or neck."
In other words, I managed to create a fair amount of mayhem at the vet office today while there for yearly check up and shots.
Everyone (especially the vet) pleased that I'm healthy and shouldn't need to be seen for at least another year. She did note that I weighed in at a sleek 96 pounds (up a bit) but that I carried it well. Hope that doesn't mean a cut in rations!
It seemed other vet office patrons were also happy to see me. In fact, two actually broke out in laughter when they saw me. I think that's a good thing...
Bentley
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Not sure how to take this...
I'm not quite sure how a hound should take this comment...
During the Thanksgiving celebration, my human mom was chatting with an extended family member. The family member asked - "So, did you intentionally decide to get a Bloodhound?". Hmm, as if this is something that someone would only do by mistake?
Don't worry, I won't let it get me down, since I know Bloodhounds are a fine, noble breed.
Bentley
During the Thanksgiving celebration, my human mom was chatting with an extended family member. The family member asked - "So, did you intentionally decide to get a Bloodhound?". Hmm, as if this is something that someone would only do by mistake?
Don't worry, I won't let it get me down, since I know Bloodhounds are a fine, noble breed.
Bentley
Friday, October 8, 2010
Soybean Harvest - part 2
My human mom made mention of a video in the previous post, but ended up fighting with technology for quite some time last night before she gave up. Seems that technology can sometimes be more stubborn than a bloodhound. Scary isn't it? However, I think she's got it figured out now!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Soybean Harvest
Hi there all, I'm going to let my human mom borrow my blog to post some pictures of the soybean harvest. She wanted to share these with some friends from another state. Still, I can't let her do that without posting at least one picture of me! Just to note, while I'm pictured (along with Beau) by a soybean field, it's a different field than the one shown in the harvest pictures and video. The picture of Beau and I is by the field at the end of our street, and the others were taken by our human dad at his brother's farm.
Beau & I by the field at the end of our street.
Combine unloads beans into wagon
Trucks waiting to unload at the elevator
Soybeans
Combine in the field
Soybean plants
Soybeans in the truck
Combine in the field
Beau & I by the field at the end of our street.
Combine unloads beans into wagon
Trucks waiting to unload at the elevator
Soybeans
Combine in the field
Soybean plants
Soybeans in the truck
Combine in the field
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Summer Fun
While it has been well documented that summer means more bath days (and I'm not so sure that could be called "Fun"), there are a lot of other good things that happen.
In just the last couple of weeks, I've been able to go to a baseball game and I got to got spend the weekend at a tracking class.
The baseball game was fun, I guess. I'm not sure I'm really a terribly social dog, but it is fun to hear people talk about the size of my ears and my saggy skin and wrinkles. There's a basset hound that comes to some of the games with his people, but, sadly, he was not at the game I attended. I'm sure we would have made quite a pair!
The weather for the weekend tracking class was very different than the last tracking class we went to. The previous class was in the spring, and my humans were wearing winter coats some of the time. This time, it was hot and humid, with the heat index over 100. The humans probably had it worse, because there was a nice, cool garage with fans for all of the canines. We only had to go out when it was our turn to practice.
The best news of the whole weekend is that the tracking teacher told my human mom that she needs to be quiet and not talk or tell me things when I'm tracking. That's the best news ever. I get to sniff, I get to go where I want, and she has to be quiet and just follow. Tracking is good!
Last but not least, if you like sweet corn...they were harvesting sweet corn nearby the tracking class. This is NOT a typical sweet corn truck, most are not this colorful!
In just the last couple of weeks, I've been able to go to a baseball game and I got to got spend the weekend at a tracking class.
The baseball game was fun, I guess. I'm not sure I'm really a terribly social dog, but it is fun to hear people talk about the size of my ears and my saggy skin and wrinkles. There's a basset hound that comes to some of the games with his people, but, sadly, he was not at the game I attended. I'm sure we would have made quite a pair!
The weather for the weekend tracking class was very different than the last tracking class we went to. The previous class was in the spring, and my humans were wearing winter coats some of the time. This time, it was hot and humid, with the heat index over 100. The humans probably had it worse, because there was a nice, cool garage with fans for all of the canines. We only had to go out when it was our turn to practice.
The best news of the whole weekend is that the tracking teacher told my human mom that she needs to be quiet and not talk or tell me things when I'm tracking. That's the best news ever. I get to sniff, I get to go where I want, and she has to be quiet and just follow. Tracking is good!
Last but not least, if you like sweet corn...they were harvesting sweet corn nearby the tracking class. This is NOT a typical sweet corn truck, most are not this colorful!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Bath day
It's been a pretty uneventful summer here. But, no matter how relaxed or busy the schedule, bath day rolls around with amazing regularity.
Beau looks very pitiful here, but really doesn't mind baths all that much.
On the other hand, I look fairly pleased in this photo, but, truth be told, I am not all that happy about baths. At least my human guardians finally figured out that I don't like the hose - at all! This means they must tote out large buckets of warm water from the house. I'm pleased to have added even more work for them! (Also, it meant that I was calm enough to allow one human to let go of me for a minute or two and take a picture!) I hope they don't think this means I'm going to start allowing them to trim my nails or put any of that blue ear stuff in my ears! Ha!
I know, it's tough to see me, but here I am, just relaxing & drying in the hallway, behind the dreaded gate.
Beau looks very pitiful here, but really doesn't mind baths all that much.
On the other hand, I look fairly pleased in this photo, but, truth be told, I am not all that happy about baths. At least my human guardians finally figured out that I don't like the hose - at all! This means they must tote out large buckets of warm water from the house. I'm pleased to have added even more work for them! (Also, it meant that I was calm enough to allow one human to let go of me for a minute or two and take a picture!) I hope they don't think this means I'm going to start allowing them to trim my nails or put any of that blue ear stuff in my ears! Ha!
I know, it's tough to see me, but here I am, just relaxing & drying in the hallway, behind the dreaded gate.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Walking, sleeping, drooling
Life's been pretty average around here for awhile. Summer has finally arrived. That means that walks are more likely to be in the earlier mornings or later evenings to avoid too much heat.
The soybeans in the field across the street are up. You can just see the rows a bit in the picture.
Last Saturday was bath day for both Beau and I. There are no pictures to commemorate this event because there was enough stress involved that the idea of one human leaving the scene to get a camera was deemed to be a bad idea. Beau is pretty complacent when it comes to water and baths. Me? Not so much. Baths day is conducted in the back yard. I managed to pull the leash out of the hands of the human mid bath and run, dripping wet, through one garden. Wet hound plus dry dirt in garden equals mud. Unfortunately, they didn't give up and I was again restrained and the bath continued. And I didn't even manage to damage any plants in the garden! How can that be? A huge hound rambles through newly planted flowers and doesn't even break any off? I guess I'm more dainty that I realized.
This weekend, I felt a bit of kinship with Wimsey, a fellow bloodhound blogger. Wimsey resides in the big city of New York, and often has his picture snapped by admirers in Central Park. Around here, we're lucky if we encounter anyone on our walks. However, in the summer, we often get a chance to talk to my friend, Motorcycle Man. He's an instructor at the motorcycle classes, which are held at the tech college lot. He has basset hounds, so he doesn't even mind the drool when we stop to chat. This morning, he decided to snap a picture of us with his phone to share with his wife. I was so honored!
Wimsey also mentioned this week that there's a casting call in New York for a reality show featuring therapy dogs or potential therapy dogs. Now, my human mom continues to dream that I, like Beau, would someday be a registered therapy dog. So, after reading Wimsey's post, she once again took a look at the therapy dog test.
1.Initial meeting:
Was the handler in control?
Were the handler and dog polite?
Was the dog corrected for poor behavior?
Was the dog praised for good behavior?
Well, I think we can be reasonably assured that that first item is pretty much going to be a big fail...right? However, I do think that I could do something about item 3, since I'm likely to show some poor behavior and need some sort of correction.
The entire second section consists of behaviors such as walking, stopping, turning - all with handler in control with loose lead. In fact, each and every section starts with the question - Was the handler in control?
By this time, human mom has pretty much given up all therapy dog thoughts again, but...she does know that a gentle leader is allowed, so it might be OK, if I'm having a really good day.
But then she gets to the last item - Was the handler clean and dressed appropriately? Do you think that bloodhound drool would count against "clean"?
The soybeans in the field across the street are up. You can just see the rows a bit in the picture.
Last Saturday was bath day for both Beau and I. There are no pictures to commemorate this event because there was enough stress involved that the idea of one human leaving the scene to get a camera was deemed to be a bad idea. Beau is pretty complacent when it comes to water and baths. Me? Not so much. Baths day is conducted in the back yard. I managed to pull the leash out of the hands of the human mid bath and run, dripping wet, through one garden. Wet hound plus dry dirt in garden equals mud. Unfortunately, they didn't give up and I was again restrained and the bath continued. And I didn't even manage to damage any plants in the garden! How can that be? A huge hound rambles through newly planted flowers and doesn't even break any off? I guess I'm more dainty that I realized.
This weekend, I felt a bit of kinship with Wimsey, a fellow bloodhound blogger. Wimsey resides in the big city of New York, and often has his picture snapped by admirers in Central Park. Around here, we're lucky if we encounter anyone on our walks. However, in the summer, we often get a chance to talk to my friend, Motorcycle Man. He's an instructor at the motorcycle classes, which are held at the tech college lot. He has basset hounds, so he doesn't even mind the drool when we stop to chat. This morning, he decided to snap a picture of us with his phone to share with his wife. I was so honored!
Wimsey also mentioned this week that there's a casting call in New York for a reality show featuring therapy dogs or potential therapy dogs. Now, my human mom continues to dream that I, like Beau, would someday be a registered therapy dog. So, after reading Wimsey's post, she once again took a look at the therapy dog test.
1.Initial meeting:
Was the handler in control?
Were the handler and dog polite?
Was the dog corrected for poor behavior?
Was the dog praised for good behavior?
Well, I think we can be reasonably assured that that first item is pretty much going to be a big fail...right? However, I do think that I could do something about item 3, since I'm likely to show some poor behavior and need some sort of correction.
The entire second section consists of behaviors such as walking, stopping, turning - all with handler in control with loose lead. In fact, each and every section starts with the question - Was the handler in control?
By this time, human mom has pretty much given up all therapy dog thoughts again, but...she does know that a gentle leader is allowed, so it might be OK, if I'm having a really good day.
But then she gets to the last item - Was the handler clean and dressed appropriately? Do you think that bloodhound drool would count against "clean"?
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