My Tracking Test
by Ray
On Sunday, Ma took me out to the tracking fields for a Tracking Dog Test. There were twelve other dogs there to be tested and all teams had to pick a number to see who went first, second and so on. Ma, being as unlucky as they come, picked 12 which meant we would track last.
When it was finally our turn, Ma lead me out to the field. She put my harness on and told me to "Go Find It". I know that means I'm supposed to follow the places where somebody has walked.
I put my nose down and started to follow where the person had walked. Every so often, I would have to turn because that is where the person went. Ma followed behind, but not too close. The rules say she had to keep 20 feet away from me. She kept telling me I was a good boy and I kept tracking.
Finally we started to get near the end and a mouse jumped up and caught my attention. I pounced and buried my head in the grass trying to get that mouse. Ma starting yelling "What'd you find?" and ran up to me. She looked a little disappointed that it was a mouse but I was just thrilled. She called my name, I looked at her and she said "Go find it". How could I refuse the source of all food? My sister, Lilly Bird, would still be out in that field looking for that mouse. I, however, got right back to the track and found a glove about 20 feet later. Ma was very happy. This is the map of my track. The solid line shows where the person walked and the dotted lines shows where I followed. They're pretty much the same, aren't they
Now I'm a Tracking Dog and my name is officially Daf-I-Dale's Talk Raydio, TD.
What's next for me and my career? Tracking Dog Excellent, of course.
Thank you for looking at my story.
Ray Ray
