A couple weeks ago we packed up the dogs and took a road trip to Redmond, Oregon. It was nice to get away for a few days so that we could meet up with the dogs' breeder and other friends. This time we planned ahead and signed up both Fearghus and Fiona for lure coursing. The day that we tried it was hot, super hot. 100 degrees and higher.
Lure coursing is basically a for fun only AKC event. Three white plastic garbage bags are tied to a cable line that is run through a motorized pulley system. If it goes well then the dog is supposed to chase alongside the bags until the end. A new friend, who owns Fiona's littermate Derby (who's also Frankie's dad) took this video of Fiona's turn. You'll want to have the volume on for the full effect. She screamed like a banshee the entire time that she was running.
#fiona the #cairnterriers tried out #lurecoursing for the first time. She was very fast! The temps were hot 100 degrees so they shortened the course from 300' to 200'. Fiona was ready to keep going. Fearghus also did it but we didn't get video of his turn. Of course that means that we also don't have a record of him running away three times! The last time he was in a crate and broke it open when he heard the lures going.
Fearghus also did well until it came time to retrieving him. He took it upon himself to go walk-about. Now this is set in an open field on a grass field at the fairgrounds. After merrily leading me on a chase he came back to Steve. I ran back and had my hand on his collar trying to attach the leash. Of course the next dog's turn came and Fearghus slipped my grasp and took off running. Finally we got him back. This time we put him in Fiona's dog crate while I sat down and tried to catch my breath. Remember that it was 100+ degrees, right?
As I'm sitting there they ran the lure course again and all of a sudden everyone's yelling that there's a dog loose. I look up and say "Oh, it's a cairn." Then I happen to look down and see the open door on the crate. "Oh no, it's Fearghus!" I handed off Fiona to the closest person and then jumped up to catch him for the third time. Of course I'm beyond embarrassed at this point. Luckily I caught him and promptly took him to Steve to hold in the air conditioned car .. with windows up and locks engaged. There would be no fourth Houdini act.
The following morning we took Fiona to try out the Barn Hunt. That was fun. This was another just for fun event. The area is fenced off and had hay bales making little areas. There are three perforated tubes "hidden" among the hay bales. One is empty, a second has rat bedding in it and the third one has a live rat in it. (I was told by the organizer of the event that all the rats had a frozen teething ring in its tube to keep them cool.) Your dog has to determine which tube has the live rat in it. And you, as the handler, have to know when your dog has made that determination and signal the judge. Of course Fiona found the rat right away but I wasn't sure so I had her take a second look at the other tubes before I was sure and yelled "Rat!" We managed to do it just under the 1 minute time limit. That was fun and we'll definitely look up more Barn Hunt events in the future. After all, terriers are bred for hunting vermin. Fiona only wishes that she were allowed to actually chase and kill the rat like she occasionally does in our backyard.
A mossy tree at a nearby rest stop. I thought the colors were pretty.
Redmond's very interesting statue. Apparently the area near Redmond and Bend is a big tourist attraction. People fly into the local airport so that they can go fishing, hunting or skiing in the winter. We did see how crowded the towns can get. Luckily we were staying in the RV park at the fairgrounds and didn't have to deal with local traffic too much. It is a beautiful piece of country .. high desert. Hopefully the next time it won't be quite as hot.
We did enjoy the cairn terrier gathering at a friend's house. They are semi-retired breeders who host a large potluck every year. This time we had about 30 cairn terriers there. Most of them were related to each other. We played with Frankie's dad and saw two of his brothers from other litters. Fearghus and Frankie had a lot of fun but poor Fiona is the smallest terrier so she's a bit shy with other dogs. She slipped through the wood slats on the deck so that she could stay next to me and all the other humans.
All in all it was a delightful get-away and we look forward to doing it again next year.