Fifteen minutes after we got to Roosevelt High School Cindy pulled in. Cindy and I greeted each other, then out jumped Tracer about 2-3” taller than the largest Vizsla we had ever owned. An impressive animal. But other than a bit of a gray beard and little thing on his eyelid he was a beautiful specimen of a Red Dog (Vizsla). Cindy and I briefly talked, and we gave her a donation for the rescue though she never asked for any. I thanked her, first for doing rescue and second for making this happen. Then she took Tracer who she had only rescued two days prior, for his pee break.

We then went for “The Moment” Ellen bought a great stairway for the back of my truck with 9” tall stairs into the truck, great for aging animals. We put Tracer in the back of my truck behind Sadie. Not a peep, from either dog. Here is where we screwed up.

We then SHOULD have taken them to the grass twenty feet apart and slowly walked together. When we rescued Jersey, again from Iowa all three dogs happily rode in the back of the truck all the way home. I/We thought nose to nose separated by a fence was the same. That mistake cost us about 15 hours of driving and a lot of stress.

On the way home we walked the dogs once, but NEVER TOGETHER. Just to be safe! HUGE MISTAKE! I looked for a book on how to do the greeting of new “older” dogs… couldn’t find one.

No growls in the truck on the five hours home. When we got home, I took Tracer in the house first with a leash on. From the time we picked up and dropped off Tracer he always had a leash on. I let Tracer go anywhere he wanted in the house and in front and in back where we feed fifty geese and mallards. No issues.

Then I told Ellen I would sit on the couch with Tracer, and she could bring in Sadie on leash to the family room. As soon as Sadie entered the room with Ellen, Tracer growled. The first growl I had ever heard from him. Ellen sat 20 feet away on a second couch with Sadie, she was petrified as the growling continued.

We had two dog boxes ready to go before we left and put Sadie securely in one, to protect her life. The Ellen & I turned on the fireplace and we played ball with Tracer the first Vizsla we ever had that liked to play catch. He was all calmed down, well until I went to pet Sadie when Tracer started growling again.

We calmed down Tracer again and I went upstairs to get wine. Upon stepping back in the room Tracer growled at me.

Ellen and I tell a Come-to-Jesus story about dogs. At a springer hunt test a good lady trainer friend ran her dog in the first leg. If the dog could of, I believe when the tests started the dog would have flipped off the owner. The dog ran an absolutely terrible test, and totally ignored a VERY competent trainer. She came off the field with a leg pass, apologized for her dog and said WE need to have a COME-To-Jesus’ talk. The training session lasted less than a minute. She found a grassy area laid her dog down and laid on top of him, grabbed his snout and said the magical words. Which turns out to be anything as long as they know, YOU are the boss. An hour later the pair were running the next leg, and it was like she had a different dog. By grabbing the snout and laying on her dog, she established or Re-established dominance.

That is EXACTLY what Tracer needed but lacking a dog attack suit and mask I could not GIVE Tracer what he needed. Thus, HE was the dominant of the house, not me.

I looked at Ellen and said we can’t keep him. She agreed, we called Cindy who made me promise if anything went wrong, I would bring him back. I called her, explained the situation and asked her if she could meet us in Des Moines the next day, same time and location.

We put Tracer in the Den for the night. Sadie slept with us, and I feared leaving the bedroom in case Tracer got out. In the morning when we opened the den, I did NOT know if I was going to get bit. Tracer growled and bit the door as I opened it. We let him walk the house a bit and then straight to the awaiting truck and trip back.

I think he knew he screwed up because there were a few whimpers on the trip back. Other than that the end of a 1200 mile trek, the trip was uneventful. Cindy arrived minutes after us and was very apologetic. I just said please don’t. I thank you for trying to save this dog. Tracer was fine going with Cindy but NOT overjoyed as we expected to be returned to mom. Rescue is tough business and costly. And we can’t say enough good things for the people that have the heart, time and money to do it. If you have room for Tracer, call me up, my number is on the bottom of the page. If you have an 8–9-year-old mellow Vizsla we can rescue we are interested.

This puts us full circle to retirement. What’s going to happen to your dogs? In Tracers case his owner died early. Maybe, maybe not with plans for his dogs. Tracer lost his owner, was put in a public dog kennel, then moved to Cindys then to us the same week. He was scared and pissed. And had Tracer been nice about it, he would be with us now.

So next time you think about retirement, think about: your dogs, your family, your guns, your life it’s more than money there is a lot of things to address and plan for.