Smokey The Trail Dog
Smokey the Trail Dog was our very first adult dog. You know, the one you get when you are finally out on your own. He was a Queensland Heeler Australian Shepard cross. Some people would call him a McNabb, but I’m not sure if he was. I got him from a private party that just owned the mother.
Smokey was a great dog. He earned the subtitle, “The Trail Dog”, on one of our camping trips. Ranae had sewn him his own pack out of denim to carry his food. He was so proud to carry it around. We spent a lot of time walking. One of the trips was to Summit Lake, near the Golden Trout Wilderness. The hike is up to 10,000 feet. Smokey did great. He loved running through the snow that was still there in early spring.
This is some “vintage” video of me and Smokey from 25 years ago. At a park one day a friend encouraged me to teach Smokey how to catch a Frisbee. I had trained Smokey in obedience, so this was something we could do to have fun. He picked it up quickly. One of his first competitions was at a Chili-Cookoff many years ago. Frisbee dogs were the entertainment. It was a distance throwing competition. My throwing ability was limited, I’m just not that athletic. I had a world champion Frisbee throw for me. He said, “How far do you want me to throw it?”
I said, “As far as you can!”
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said, “I can through it nearly a hundred yards. He’ll never catch it.” I was young and cocky. My dog was young and cocky. I told him to go for it.
Smokey took off and he let that Frisbee fly. Smokey tracked it all the way and caught it on the dead run winning easily with a catch of 93 yards! We want to many more competitions and exhibitions. We developed a little freestyle routine. The unique thing about Smokey was he had been kicked by our horse at a young age and only had one eye. He never let it slow him down. We showed in the Rose Bowl in Pasadena and in Candlestick Park during a Forty-Niners game. We also did many shows for schools, churches, and county fairs.
Smokey was a great Frisbee dog and this video chronicles some of our experiences over his ten year lifespan. He was a much better “catcher” than I was a “thrower”, but he never complained – not even once. Sorry about the poor video quality. This was taken from a video tape that was, like me very, very old.