I think the spring air is affecting Carys! Took them to the woods this morning and she went berserk and managed to fell me (thank goodness no-one around) then this afternoon I took them to the beach and she emerged from the sea and raced towards me - I thought 'no, she wont do it again' WRONG!! She took one almighty leap and next minute I was on the wet shingle She then of course thought it great fun to try and lick my face thus preventing me from doing the 'quick look round to see if the whole traumatic event had been witnessed before getting quickly to feet whilst trying to look composed and not in agony' move!

Needless to say this felling had been witnessed by a family with 2 perfectly behaved black labs. The guy called to ask if I was OK so while answering 'yes thanks' and muttering all the swear words I could think of while hauling myself to my feet and trying to walk normally while feeling like I had a kneecapping, went over to say Hello. They thought both dogs were stunning but especially loved Carys as she was 'so sweet, had a pretty face and generally oohhed and aahhed over her

She is, at the moment, a total nutter

Yes itn't it embarassing when they do that. Mine did it to me a couple os weeks ago, Chas was being chased by the two girls and ran to mum to save him, once he'd knocked me over and stood behind me he thought he was quite safe, unfortunate the girls went round and got him from behind anyway I too uttered many "choice" words and was very grateful there was no-one watching.

Pam

Oh dear, Chas is a big girl's blouse, just like his dad!

"She then of course thought it great fun to try and lick my face thus preventing me from doing the 'quick look round to see if the whole traumatic event had been witnessed before getting quickly to feet whilst trying to look composed and not in agony' move!"

Houndy houndy houndy, do you mean to say you still cling to the hope of maintaining your personal dignity with deerhounds? Oh dear oh dear. Only a short while ago I was letting my three out the back of my truck when for some reason known only to them, they decided to jump all at once, onto me. Naturally this happened on a nice sunny day at the beach, and of course all eyes witnessed the spectacle. My only consolation, while lying on the hard gravel, was that a fireman rushed over to help me up! Ha!

I didn't even bother feeling embarrassed because let's face it, with three deerhounds I am usually carrying about three pounds of poo in my trusty plastic poo-baggie. Where, I ask, is the dignity in that?

Oh what rotters they can be, not to mention cheeky. Now that Bree is full of beans again, I have to watch her carefully as she will pounce at the most inoppotune moments ie not looking, and try to flatten you.
Of course just seeing her bouncing, pouncing and boxing is wonderful after what she has had to endure...just as long as my back can cope

Cara is normally too stuck up to do 'play' but if the mood takes her everyone runs for cover. Her flying leap at you, feet first, always results in a felling. Like a cat, she always lands on her feet looking perfectly dignified, while I loll about like a beached whale.

Hello,

Very intersting storys with yours Deerhounds.

Best regards
Joerg and Yoki

Glad you are ok it took my sister in law a few days to get over Loki taking her out at Christmas and i have had a few near misses

I think the Hounds are trying to compete with the large Hadron Collider.

Once heard of Hounds who ran opposite ways in a figure of 8 course and played at who would be chicken. One day a third Hound joined in and when they collided there were Hounds flying up in the air and all over the place.

Robb wrote:


and hopefully no human in the middle

houndy wrote:


I think you'd have to have a Death Wish to get in the way of that.

I must admit when my boys were alive they had me over. Wallace always the gent when running back to me would always swerve at the last minute so I knew not to move from the direction I was going in. Finley on the other had never looked where he was running at times, on the beach one evening the tide was out, it was just starting to change light it was getting dusk. They both ran back to me Wallace I knew would move but Finn? Wrong choice I moved straight into his path, down I went like a sack of spuds!! I think or thought I broke my ankle, pelvis shoulder +++. They both stopped playing to come and see why I was laying in the sand When I sat up I was seeing stars so all I could do was to put them on leads and went home feeling really stupid. Nobody around hurray, but on the other hand? what if I had broken something tide coming in getting dusk who would know I was even there!! Whoops.My son tells me to take my mobile with me, fat lot of good that would have been if I was out cold.I still can see me falling flat how embarrassing.

At Builth wells last summer,I took my two out after dark in the horses ring. Obviously galloping around they eventually veered into my direction. I could see them coming, but I thought they would change direction, they were still coming, but I thought they would change direction, they still got faster, and I thought they would change direction...........uuuuughghg. I weigh 16 and a half stone and they knocked me upside-down.
Whilst on my back, Mack gave me the biggest licks in as much to say 'what are you doing down there?' I was in agony and later discovered that I had three broken ribs for the show the next day ! We pushed on and did OK, but what it showed me was just how powerful these hounds are, and if you think about their true job, how good they would be at it !

my knees are still painful from that felling. I agree that their power is awesome. Revisted the scene of the crime this afternoon - beach was very busy even if it was raining! Hounds, for once, did not show me up thankfully

Yep, know the feeling, I'm still wearing a knee support after Chas's last effort which agreviated an injury caused by a previous dog running into me. Ahh Deerhounds don't you just love them.

Pam