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  • Dogs Around Town

    Posted by Carl from Chicago on July 11th, 2012 (All posts by )

    Around River North I frequently see this rather petite woman walking these two giant dogs. A female relative of mine hurt her arm when a big dog pulled on the leash while she was walking it; these dogs could obviously take her for quite a ride if they were ill trained. They appear to be well trained – she must know what she is doing at least according to the “Dog Whisperer” she is walking in front of her dogs (everyone else I see in the city walks behind their dog).

    While shooting at Gerry’s farm this dog apparently had some sort of death wish… he continually walked in front of the firing line, no matter what we were firing (even Gerry’s powder gun which packed a big wallop). We had to shout “dog” while people were shooting so they could wait for the dog to lope right past the targets before restarting, kind of like how you shouted “car” when you were younger while playing ball in the street. This went on for over a half hour.

    Cross posted at LITGM

     

    3 Responses to “Dogs Around Town”

    1. Jonathan Says:

      Are those dogs or horses?

    2. carl from chicago Says:

      I did a tiny bit of internet searching and I think they may be Scottish Deerhounds

      http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/scottishdeerhound.htm

      But I really don’t know

    3. Michael Kennedy Says:

      My basset hound can pull me when I don’t see where he is going. Yesterday the basset and the little poodle managed to pull me into a slow motion tumble over some bushes. The basset, when he feels the need to do his business, looks for a bush and goes under it. He then covers it up like a cat. Sometimes I can’t find it to pick up. When we lived in the mountains, he would find a pile of leaves.

      Bassets are very strong and low to the ground like bulldozers.