Jed for short. My new training partner is a hoss. And a Rescue Dog. Purebred Treeing Walker Coon Hound. Thanks to my friend Wendy in Hastings and her Pawliday Inn boarding kennel, and to whomever in the world would drop such a beautiful dog, papers and all.
Linda and I have been looking at dog breeds for the last several months and had agreed on a Coon Hound, but where in Nebraska could/would we possibly find one?
We were told of the hound at dinner Friday evening and by Saturday morning I was in Love. Not yet housebroken or trained, I’m looking forward to it. We did run 4.5 miles yesterday morning, that was a sight. Jed is 15 months old and already weighs a very fit 85 pounds.
Named after Jedediah Strong Smith. He was a hunter, trapper, fur trader, trailblazer, author, cartographer and explorer of the Rocky Mountains, the American West Coast and the Southwest during the 19th century. Perfect fit.
He hikes his leg and still has his balls. They say dogs resemble their owners, and I suppose its true after all.
The new Stud of the dojo. Friendly to a turn. Strong as an ox, big head, that neck, muscular legs, and broad chest make for a formidable dog. Beautiful markings, the tri-color most desirable.
Tiene juevos mas grande! Like me, a Lover, and a Fighter if push comes to shove.
A pilgrimage of sorts. I’ve been accused by a few of dispensing Kool-Aid since my arrival in Omaha.
Squeezing off a few rounds with Stacy Shaw while in Hastings. Crack shot, why am I not surprised.
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