Tuesday, October 27, 2009


Ray and I were at the dogpark. I stood with the parents, chatting, while we watched our 'children' interact. Ray, as usual, was yelling nonstop. I always make sure to tell everyone he's blind. It's amazing how he goes from 'annoying' to 'cute' in the blink of an eye.
A woman entered the chat circle.
"What kind of dog is that?" she asked pointing at Ray.
Over the din of Ray's yelling I shouted, "It's a Redtick Coonhound."
"A Redneck Coonhound?" she repeated.
"Red TICK, Red TICK," I shouted back, laughing. 
Another owner entered the park being dragged by two large dogs, one an obvious lab mix the other an obvious hound (we all heard the yelling before we saw the dogs).
"I wonder what kind of hound that is," I said to no one in particular.
A woman answered, "Oh, he's been here before. I think he said it was Tennessee Walker Hound or something like that."
"Oh!" I said, "A Treeing Walker Hound, maybe?"
 I went to talk to the guy with the hound who confirmed that Bandit was indeed a Treeing Walker Hound.
"I went to the shelter to adopt a Beagle," he said. "They told me it was a six-month-old Beagle [the coloring is the same]. When I took it to the vet to get it checked out the vet said 'Well, this isn't a Beagle and it isn't six months old. It's a Treeing Walker Hound and it's about six weeks old.' It went from 11 pounds to 22 pounds in the first week that I had it."
He didn't appear to be terribly upset about being duped.

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