Tuesday, February 23, 2010

HANDSOME HUDSON

11 weeks old and 13 kilos. I'm gonna be a big glossy boy.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

FROSTY FEBRUARY MORNINGS

 
A frosty morning walk at Green Lake, an oasis of calm hidden from the Whistler Winter 2010 Olympic party, especially at the crack of dawn as the sun creeps over those peeks.


Hudson and I worked on whistle recalls today--hopefully this will come in handy while cross country skiing should I need to control him from a distance, or stop him at once. Here he sits waiting for the whistle (three sharp blasts).


And heeeere he comes! Floppy, happy ears and all. At this point it's more about the treaties than anything else.


Hudson sitting on Green Lake ice and in Labrador heaven, watching water ripple and listening to morning ducks in the frosted dry reeds.
He makes me smile.

Monday, February 1, 2010

FIRST TRACKS


Hudson and I played at our first tracking game today. He hasn’t had his booster shots, so we are rather limited in where we play -- I worry about taking him places other dogs have been as we have parvo in this area. It’s an easily transmitted and often deadly virus shed onto the ground via feces where it can live up to a year, even through winter.
Local vets suspect that our local coyote population is the reason we see so much parvo in Whistler … hence my concern. And because of the snowpack, and because park areas are closed for skiing, Whistler’s pooches tend to be seriously concentrated onto fewer trails in winter.

So, I laid several metres of track on our deck and in our back yard. I started with a scent pad, and dropped treats in my footprints as I went, then backtracked along the trail.

Hudson is clearly true to his breed, and motivated by food. After about two metres I could see the little light bulb go off in his head -- his stance and focus changed, and he clearly started scenting along the trail with a deep nose. I guided him gently by hand in an effort to encourage him to keep his nose down. I didn’t lay articles along the way (not yet) … but his reward at the end was his tug rope, and treats, and we immediately engaged in fun game of tug.

I have no idea if I’m doing this right, but Hudson had a ball … he ran back on his own accord to go over the track several more times just to see if he missed any treaties. Can’t wait for my tracking books to arrive … but I think he’s going to be a natural! (Hey, I can be biased :) )