Wednesday was Search Training day at Wild Dingo! We invited a bunch of friends over to take turns hiding and braved the ticks while we hid ourselves for a single dog and handler to conduct a search. Overall, it was a really fun and successful training experience. Each dog got two or three searches (that's plenty when you realize how hard the job is). I didn't get many photos, except at NitWit Bridge, the walk from Wild Dingo Headquarters to the tree farm, and some group shots of the dogs hanging out tired at the end. Honey (the Golden Retreiver) is a MAD searcher. Too bad she's preggers right now (a planned breeding for some beautiful goldens), otherwise she would have gotten to go three, four or a hundred times. She's cracker-insane for search and really good at it.
Last Search of the Day. All dogs are pooped after their turn and are waiting while Zach is out doing his last search. Search is an excellent sleep remedy!
See that little chi-wow-wow, Louie, who made an appearance on Wild Dingo this summer in Fridays are for Punks and Friday Fivers? That little girl is the shizzle at this game. Little dog never gives up and always wins.
Juno even got to do a very easy "find mommy" search at the end, even though she's not being officially trained in it. As usual, Loki trumped her and found me first. He wasn't tethered and broke his down because Dog-forbid mom should be out of his Formosan site for 2 seconds. So I had to tie him down and hide again so Juno could have her fun too. The dogs were a really well-behaved group and each knew what the were there for, completely excited to do the job and less interested in being dog-naughty or a yahoo-er.
Zach returns triumpant! He found his target victim.
And parades his reward around the waiting (and tired) dogs.
"Yah, that's right, I'm bad. I'm the man. Just call me Detective Zach. I can find any missing person with a squeeky toy."
At the end, all dogs were released from working and allowed off-leash on our walk out of the tree farm. Juno impressed me the most by staying next to me "just because" during our walk out.
Hmmm, this whole sitting and sticking to me like glue. Is this a Sibe trick? I think so. I wasn't born yesterday. Whenever there is danger or Siberian-temptation, I pick up her leash.
Thank you Phil for being a patient and fun target for us! Thank you Hugh (or was it Phil?) for supplying the radios!
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