I've been taking my little fishing buddy with me on the little pond boat hunting crappie, he's a 9 month old mini Dachshund, his name is Theyda, smart as heck and just as stubborn with a short attention span, in fact i've trained him to sniff and point out the crappie for me, kinda like a Hummingdird 897d Si Di with a tail. I trained him to spot the crappie on land, i borrowed some crappie from a guy i know and when he sniffs and points the right fish (the crappie) i give him a treat, his favorite is those little chicken leg chew bones, he goes nuts for those things. Well, last night my girlfried and i were riding around and i was talking to her about going crappie fishing in the morning, during the conversation every time i said crappie we would hear a little howl outta him in the back seat, so i figured he was getting excited about going fishing, after driving a few minutes i turned my head back to ask Theyda about going crappie fishing and get him worked up. after about two or three minutes of teasing him and useing the "C" word (crappie), just as i look back he throws the bag of doggie treats out the window opens the door and jumps out, at 50 miles an hour!!!
Well we turned around and found the spot where he had landed, we both called him and called him, finally found him dragging the bag of doggie treats in his mouth and dragging a broken back leg also, dang dog had crawled almost a half a mile out into a field before we found him and for some reason was snarling and snapping at me, heck, we didn't have to go through all that drama, if he didn't wanna go fishing all he had to do is say so. $300 at the vet hospital, and several bites on my hand, but hey that's okay payback will come when duck seaon starts!