Before I moved to the "banana belt" I had a small recreational dog team up in the Farbanks area. They hauled a lot of firewood for me, gave me exercise and companionship, and lots of good memories. Because I had them I was also (by default) the neighborhood dog expert. Any time there was a problem with dogs folks would end up talking to me. I got some of my best dogs that way.
At one point a local couple bailed out right before the bank came to reposses their trailer. I think the Troopers were looking for them also, they left in a big hurry. Besides a trashed out mobile home, they left behind a standard poodle. The neighbors couldn't catch her and the job was relegated to me. I was able to corner her in the wannigan and bring her home. Poor thing was skin over bones, and boy, did she reek. I got out the hand clippers and trimmed her down. Her hair was so matted on her behind that there was no way for her to go potty. Once we got that mess clipped out of the way the stench went also. Except for the hungry acetone smell from her mouth.
She sure turned out to be a sweet dog. I found a new home for her where she was treated right.
Okay, that may not be the best dog story, not even related to hunting, but it's a start. Who else has one to share?
-Kees-
