Sparky thinks he is a mighty hunter.  He really just likes chasing rabbits.  Sparky is my little Nimrod because he can be clueless.

I spotted a rabbit, and released the hound.  Sparky chased the rabbit over the hill and into the bush.  He barks his ass off during the pursuit, but stops barking when his leash gets caught up in the trees.  Sparky was in dense brush, so it took me an hour of driving around in the quad and bushwhacking, to find him. 

I had walked within 10 feet of him, calling his name, but he hadn’t said a word.  Sparky sat there, so tangled up, he couldn’t move 6 inches, secure in the knowledge that I’d find and save him. When I did find him, Sparky was certain that he still had a shot at the rabbit.

Again, it took me an hour, crashing through brush and calling his name, for me to get to my dog.  When we got back to the house, Sparky was smiling like a lunatic because the chase went so well.

Sparky is so well-mannered and serene, it’s probably impossible to train him to bark on command.  He loves chasing rabbits, and there are plenty of them, so I’m not going to deny him that joy.  There has to be some technology to help me find my little Nimrod.