Fargo

Fargo

 

Well people might say I am prejudice but Fargo was one of the most amazing Coonhounds ever. I wanted a Bluetick Coonhound for years and I had two bad experiences loosing Blueticks at young ages due to health issues. I figured the third time’s the charm and I was correct. Fargo was an adorable outgoing puppy. He stood out from his litter of 11 by marching off to confront his father dog on lead while all his siblings stayed back. Fargo did have one issue growing up though, he was people shy.

Fargo’s shyness made Flyball training a little tough. In Flyball there are lots of people. I started training him with the help of one other person that he seemed to like. I also started desensitization training in the park. Pretty soon I was having more people help. It took a lot longer to train Fargo but he soon had the pattern down. We had built up his confidence and he was ready. He was fast and excited. I stood on the line revving him up and he would look up at me waiting for that GO! He would take off with a surge and race straight to the lane. So straight and with so much gusto that he was intimidating to most of the other dogs on our team. We moved Fargo to start position and that way no dog had to face the locomotive that was coming at them in the lane.

Over the years of racing Fargo over came more and more fears. He began to enjoy meeting people at tournaments, he became comfortable having different people behind the box loading the ball and he eventually began to enjoy and be excited by crowds cheering for him on the side lines. You always knew when the Coonhound was in the racing lanes. Fargo would walk out and “Barooo” and despite all the barking border collies everyone would stop and look. 

For many years Fargo and I had lots of fun playing Flyball and introducing people to the Coonhound breed. He ran on many veterans teams with lots of other clubs and made lots of new friends for both of us.  Sadly for Fargo he had a bad habit of wanting to eat everything he could get his paws on and over the years he had stolen many things that caused him to have stomach problems. One night I came home from work to find Fargo looking uncomfortable once again. He had stolen a package of Rawhides and probably eaten the whole thing himself. He did not show any of the typical signs of Bloat though and slept for hours that night. The next day I took him in to the vet and although the vet agreed that he was not acting bloated we did x-rays and found that he was. We were all surprised at how stoic he was. I guess I should have known. He was always a strong boy. Fargo did not make it through the surgery. After 11powerhouse years of love, fun and Flyball we had suddenly lost the boy in charge around the house. Things will never be the same without him but he has left his mark on the world and many people will never forget him.