On Mon, 8 Oct 2018 11:27:59 -0700 (PDT), Its Me
wrote:

On Monday, October 8, 2018 at 2:14:34 PM UTC-4, wrote:
On Mon, 8 Oct 2018 16:19:05 -0000 (UTC), Bill
wrote:

John H. wrote:
On Sun, 07 Oct 2018 19:32:17 -0400, Wayne.B wrote:

On Sun, 07 Oct 2018 16:03:36 -0400, John H.
wrote:

Adopted yesterday. Cute little Redbone coonhound. Named her 'Koko',
which might be Navajo for
'coondog'.

http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l2...and%20Dad.jpeg

http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l2...d%20Sandy.jpeg

http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l2...o%20Sleeps.jpg

http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l2...ith%20Dad.jpeg

Adopting a dog is tiring work!

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Did you have to go through a home visitation and reference checks?
Some friends of ours in FL did all that.

Absolutely. You wouldn't believe all the questions on the application.
The home visit hasn't
occurred yet, but will be in the next week.


For a Redbone, you may need a falling down porch. ’

With a broken refrigerator on it and a guy with a banjo ... but we
digress. ;-)
I suspect John's redbone has been gentrified somewhat. He will know
when the first raccoon walks through his yard.
I imagine "treeing" cats will be fun for her too.
Deuce is a retriever, he brings me stuff that is totally uninjured but
a redbone is a hunting dog. Critters may get a little more banged up
if Koko grabs them.

My black lab Buddy is like that. One of his toys a few years ago was a yellow soft rubber chicken that squeaked. When my wife brought it home I said that it wouldn't last 20 minutes. It finally fell apart from being baked in the sun. He could pick it up and bring it to you without it squeaking, and if I squeaked it he acted
like I was hurting it. When I give him a treat or even a chunk of meat, he gently takes it in his mouth, walks out to the yard, spits it out unharmed, then looks around before he eats it.

He would have been a good bird dog, but he hates loud noises. I suspect that's why he was dumped in our neighborhood when he was about a year old.

Deuce is gentle until he decides he is going to destroy something. He
has one of those rubber chickens he got almost a year ago and it still
squeaks but any kind of stuffed squeaker ends up being a pile of fuzz
on the floor pretty fast and he just carries the squeaker part around
playing a tune.
I call them land mines because that is what it seems like when you are
walking around trying to be quiet in the dark and step on one.