Baron


Redbone Coonhound
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Home:Crystal Lake, Wauconda, Chicag, IL  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
Bear Bear, Baaaaarrrooonnn

Quick Bio:
-dog rescue

Likes:
Treeing Squirrels, LURE COURSEING!!!

Pet-Peeves:
Being jumped on by dogs while he is sleeping

Favorite Toy:
Tennis Ball in the shape of a snowman- Know where I can get more?

Favorite Food:
Licking the can of the wet dog food.

Favorite Walk:
When he can run free at Lakewood Dog Park

Best Tricks:
He will sit under a tree barking for hours if it has a squirrel in it.

Arrival Story:
Baron was confiscated by the government from a Class B Dealer in Arkansas. He had heartworms, was severely malnurished and abused. They took 125 dogs in the bust so they had to be distributed to rescues around the country, and Baron was taken to Bellowood Rescue in MI for whom I happen to foster dogs. I had been thinking about adopting a second dog to keep my dog Bud company, but it was when Baron gave me that "Hey Lady, I am supposed to be your dog look" on one of my trips to the rescue that I asked to foster him next. Luckily, he was able to come to stay with me a couple of weeks later- on my birthday! After getting him treated for heartworms (services donated by the Orphans of the Storm Clinic) and adjusted to household life there was no way that I could give him up and so I adopted him in May of 2004. It is amazing that he is such a great dog after all of the things that he has been through!

Bio:
Dog's that ended up at the Class B Dealer were often stolen out of people's yards or had become lost from their owners. I think that Baron did at one time live in a home and have a family, so if he looks familiar please let me know!

Forums Motto:
Play hard, rest long.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 12th 2005 More than 9 years!

I Was In The:
2005 Valentine's Day Party!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
106445


Meet my family
BudEinstein-
ADOPTED!
LuLu- ADOPTED!OH... HENRY -
FOSTER-ADOPTED
!
Jackson-
Adopted!
Lucy- Adopted!Helen-
Adopted!
Charlie-
Adopted!
Regan-
Adopted!
Georgia-Adopte
d!

Meet my Pup Pals
 

Life as I know it... By Baron


You can go Hunting When it is 10 below

January 21st 2005 9:43 am
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This week has been awful. Momma hasn't take us to the park barely at all and when she does, she makes me wear this goofy sweater. Doesn't she know hunting dogs DON'T WEAR SWEATERS!? She keeps trying to explain something about Chicago winters and she is trying to still get us our excercise- she looks pretty funny trying to run with the three of us with her 6 layers on- and don't even mention her trying to rollerblade with me on the icey pavement! But exercise isn't enough! I need to HUNT! I need to be one with nature! I need to run free and chase small animals up trees or the day just isn't complete. I have gone three days without hunting and I finally decided to come up with a plan. All I need was a sucker to help me carry it out. So I waited until Grandma came over to visit. Momma was asleep when Grandma got here and I could just see my plan clicking into motion. Bud helped me out a bit by pulling his whole whinning I need to go out trick... and while Grandma was helping him out I made a break for it. She quickly noticed and screamed but I knew it was now or maybe never and I couldn't go another day with those squirrels running free in my neighborhood. So I ran like I have never ran before. Ran free like a bird. Ran, ran, ran... chased, chased, chased. And hunted to my hearts content. Although I realized there are not nearly as many animals in the suburbs as there are at the park... no wonder momma doesn't let me hunt around here- it's useless. Speaking of... Hey is that momma? Oh no did she just slip on the ice? I better go see what happened. "Momma are you okay? Why are you out here in the snow storm this late at night? Aren't you cold Momma? Don't you need more layers? .... Oh ...you were looking for ME? I am sorry momma! I just wanted to go hunting. Okay, I promise to not do that again. Momma, how many days until winter over?

 
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