Dasher is gone

Well, sort of.

We have a Plott Hound named Dasher, and he is a beautiful brindle-coated year and a half old coon dog. We bought him from friends who breed, raise, hunt, and show Plotts. They have been very successful, and they have asked to borrow the Dash for a weekend show. Dawn stopped by last night to see how Dash would do with a little instruction on how to stand for the judges. He did pretty well, and Jim picked Dash up this afternoon. If he wins at the show, his value for breeding goes up. Of course, that doesn't mean that he's any less valuable to us--he's part of our family, even when he pees on the bed spread...three times last week. Oh well, that's why we have a washing machine, I s'pose.