Minging Mercilessly

We’ve missed a lot of our regular doggy activities lately because we’ve been so busy getting ready for the move, but we figured today’s lure coursing session at Rumbling Bridge would be the perfect excuse for a break before the final week of preparation. All we needed was a bit of decent weather.. and as luck would have it, we got it.

The morning was dry and clear, but rather cold, and as only beefy four-wheel drive vehicles were able to make it up to the field we were glad we’d bought new jackets to keep our doglets warm between rounds.

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The jackets have a high half-moon collar which looks a bit like  Ming The Merciless’s costume in Flash Gordon. This is particularly appropriate for Biggles because his bum has been releasing plenty of “ming” over the last 24 hours.

As is usually the case Beanie & Biggles got to to run together in their first race, but before they got under way organiser Kevin Rose took a couple of precautions spec ifically for our little Biggly Boy. As you may be aware, the Bigglet has a habit of losing sight of the lure and making up his own course which usually leads him to the gate and out of the field. To combat this, Kevin dipped the lure in tripe juice and wafted it under our boy’s nose. It worked, and far better than anyone would have expected. Biggles became so intent on getting the lure that he wasn’t prepared to take the risk of another dog getting to it before him. Even before he cleared the first turn he left the track and headed across the field to the final corner to wait for the lure to come to him.

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Never has Biggles been so intent on getting the lure!

Now some might consider this kind of behavior to be cheating, but I take it as a welcome indication that my boy is much smarter than we generally give him credit for. In fact it’s not the only time he’s used his head for thinking rather than battering things. In the park when I’m throwing the ball for them, he knows Beanie will always going to beat him to it, so he’s started sitting patiently by my side while Beanie goes to retrieve the ball. When she returns he waits while she gets her treat, then picks up the ball himself and drops it right back at my feet. He then looks up at me as if to say “OK, I’ve done my bit too, so where’s the treat?”

Anyway, Biggles’ cunning plan didn’t quite work the way it was supposed to. When he left Beanie behind, she went straight into top gear and shot round the rest of the course. By the time the lure reached Biggles’ position she and it were going too fast for him to catch from cold.

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In their next race Biggles revised his strategy. Rather than simply running to the last corner, why not go to the place where the lure stops and wait there? Surely no-one could beat him to it then! He made it to the finish line ahead of all the other racers and prepared to pounce. It was a great plan, but poor Biggles isn’t good at “quick on the draw” exercises and the despite all his preparation the lure shot straight between his legs. His dream of catching the lure was slipping away as the Beanie Express rapidly closed in, but my boy wasn’t going to let it go without a fight. He spun round and dived for his prize, catching it just in the nick of time!

Here’s a video of the highlights of today’s lure coursing session:

We also made another, less Beagle-centric video for Sue and Kevin Rose to help promote their brilliant lure coursing sessions. They’re both very passionate about giving dogs a chance to fulfill their breed instincts and stay fit, happy and healthy, and the Kennel Club have shown interest in supporting their efforts as it shows that pedigree dogs are capable of much more than looking good in a show ring. Sue and Kevin may even be making a presentation at the next Crufts.

All photos from today’s lure course session are available here, our first draft at the general lure coursing video is here, and you can see Sue and Kevin Rose’s Scottish Deer-hound site here.

Lure Coursing

It was a very dull, misty day on Sunday but despite that we had a superb lure coursing session. As before we were joined by Beanie & Biggles’ pals Tess, Tara, Clara, Cuillin and Jamie.

Our first race put Biggles up against Tara. Last time Tara ran well up to the first corner then lost focus, but I was hopeful that this time my trusty little boy would show her the ropes. Sadly this was not to be. Biggles kind of followed the lure but his tendency to cut corners didn’t help his running mate at all.

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Biggles keeps the lure in sight…

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…but loses poor Tara by the first turn

His approach to following the lure may have been a bit unconventional but he won his race and bayed his head off the whole way round!

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Tess and Cuillin were next on the track. Both showed improvement over last time and clearly enjoyed running together, though Cuillin won the round by virtue of having completed more of the course.

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It was Beanie and Clara next. They had a good race up to that treacherous first corner but then Clara failed to make the turn and Beanie shot away..

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Beanie and Clara just before the start…

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Beanie chases after the lure intently…

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And savors her victory as she romps down the final straight

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Beanie catches the lure at the finish, and Susan catches Beanie

Cuillin, Beanie and Biggles were now through to the next round, with plenty of time to chill out while watching the other races…

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The deer hounds do their thing…

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while Beanie & Biggles settle down for a good (legal) chewing session

The next round put Biggles and Cuillin up against each other. Obviously Cuillin is considerably faster than the Biggly boy, but on the other hand you can’t lead a race if you don’t know where you’re meant to be going…

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Cuillin takes an early lead..

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But Biggles hangs on in there..

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Until the corner claims another victim..

Once Cuillin fell behind it should have been a simple matter for Biggles to follow the lure round to the finish, but things are rarely straightforward when the Bigglet is involved. Somehow he lost the lure and headed off on a little jog through the middle of the field.

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I had visions of us spending the next ten minutes trying to recapture our cheeky little monkey, but thanks to some skillful lure driving by Kevin Rose this was not necessary. Just as Biggles neared the other side of the field Kevin started the lure moving once more, and it caught Biggles’ attention. He kept the lure right under our boy’s nose and guided him slowly but surely in towards the finish line..

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In the very last yard Biggles lunged for the lure, caught it, and did a little victory roll before sliding neatly to a stop right at our feet. He got re-leaded immediately, but he also got a whopping great lump of chicken stuffed in his mouth by way of compensation. He was now through to the third round – a first for the Biggly boy!

Beanie’s next race was against a very fit looking whippet. It was pretty much certain she’d be beaten, but to her credit she gave her opponent a good race for the first straight, and then when the whippet pulled away she headed directly across the field to the final corner to have one more full-on chase to the finish line. She lost naturally, but she went out in style.

It was now getting darker and starting to rain, and though Biggles was still in the competition his next competitor would almost certainly have left him in the dust with no lure to follow. He’d have run off to do his own thing, undoing the good work of the previous round. Instead we decided to quit while we were ahead, and returned home with the unspoiled memory of our little boy doing his victory roll as he caught the lure.

There are more shots from Sunday’s lure coursing here, and here’s a video with a bit of footage from three races, one of which is Beanie’s valiant clash with the whippet:

Crouching Beagle, Hidden Poo

In our never-ending quest to find sort-of-safe places to let our Beagles off-lead we paid a visit to Pier Park in Dumbarton on Saturday. We’ve been there many times before for training with the Lomond Flyball Club, but it occurred to us that it could be pretty good for regular walks too. On paper it ticks nearly all the boxes:

  • it’s big enough for a good run-around, yet small enough that we can quickly intervene in cases of extreme naughtiness
  • although it’s not fenced all round, there are natural barriers like Dumbarton Castle, the sea, and the solid brick wall of the adjoining bowling club
  • there’s only one way into it (and therefore, one would think, only one way out) and even if the dogs do escape they’re a good distance from the nearest main road
  • it never seems to get very busy
  • it’s got a truly beautiful view out to the sea

Even with all that going for it, we decided to start with our two on their long, thin training lines. As it turned out, that was a good move. Literally within the first minute Beanie discovered a gap between the fence around the sea-front and the bowling club wall. The gap is completely covered in foliage, but nevertheless Beanie went straight to it and squeezed through. Escape is Beanie’s Kung Fu, and it is strong.

If she hadn’t been on her training line she’d either have ended up putting her swimming skills to the ultimate test in the open sea or wandering along the bank to a nearby abandoned industrial complex that’s full of things that a Beagle shouldn’t eat but probably would. I went to help Susan haul Beanie Houdini back into the park, but stupidly forgot that Biggles (who up to this point had been a model of good behavior) was also on his training line and was able to follow his sister. Which he did. We retrieved Beanie and then I gave a good yank on Biggles’ line. After a moment he emerged with his harness pulled up to the back of his neck, and one of his front paws strapped to his head in a Benny Hill-style salute.

Needless to say we thought better of going for the full off-lead experience, and after a bit of walking and some retrieval games we called it quits and headed a little further down the road to Balloch Country Park.  Drenched in sunlight, and with the colors of Autumn all around, I can honestly say it’s the most beautiful park I’ve ever seen.

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And apparently it smells pretty good, too…

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But the world must have balance, and so after the rich beauty of Balloch Country Park we returned home to our postage stamp of a garden that was in dire need of a thorough tidy up and grass cutting.

In our garden every grass cutting session is preceded by a thorough lawn inspection and poo collection. The inspection part is needed to lift up any stones, toys or other debris that wouldn’t react well to the fast spinning metal blade of our lawn mower. The poo collection part is also needed because our Beaglets have become adept at concealing their waste in the thicker patches of grass. This presents two obvious hazzards; the unexpected and unpleasant squelching underfoot as the lawn is being mowed, and the air pollution that occurs when the blade slices through a lump of hidden poo that has been allowed to “mature”. As I discovered to my cost, there’s also a third hazzard..

Our lawn mower is one of those electric, rotary types that throws the cut grass into a rear-mounted basket. If the grass is a little too moist or if the basket gets a little too full before it is emptied, the path from the blade housing to the basket becomes choked and has to be freed up by hand. The lawnmower has a number of safeguards that prevent the accidental loss of fingers during this process, but the one thing it can’t protect against is the brown stuff. Now I won’t go into the sordid details but just to set the scene.. have you ever found yourself in a public loo trying to wipe your arse and discovered that there’s just one solitary, weak and wafer-thin sheet of loo paper left on the roll?