Friday, December 23, 2011

Kelsy's search for Sugar





Sugar is a Labradoodle puppy, seven months old and twenty-five pounds at the time of her escape on December 21st.  She ran off in a panic when the car she was in rear ended another car.  Sugar's owner called MPP on the 22nd, and Kelsy started searching on the morning of the 23rd.

 Temp: 47°F
Feels like: 44°F
Mostly Cloudy
Humidity: 73%
Wind: SW 5 mph

Kelsy started a little before noon at the accident site and seemed to have a good scent.  At the intersection east of the accident, Kelsy meandered east and south before picking a route north.  We hit private property where the owner had posted a copy of the constitution with a statement that he had the right to protect his property with guns.  We did not proceed there until Bonnie got permission from the homeowner.  When we got to the back fence line, Kelsy seemed determined that the trail went under a fence to a neighboring property.  We had to go all the way out and around to the other side of that block to start again on the other side of the fence, with permission.  From the other side, the trail was less certain.  Kelsy followed it around and back to the original accident scene.  From that point, she couldn't really establish a direction of travel, and I called off the search pending a new sighting.  The next sighting was about a mile north, but without a specific location.  The day after we searched, the owners got a call that Sugar had been placed inside a fenced yard a quarter mile east of the crash site.  The homeowners did not know if the finders found Sugar at that location or somewhere else.

My interpretation is that Sugar circled around back to the scene of the crime at least once and maybe multiple times.  We received no independent confirmation that Kelsy was on the correct trail.  We did find feces along the trail that was the right age and consistent with Sugar, indicating we were probably on the right trail.







Name:Track 100
Date:Dec 23, 2011 11:34 am
Map:
(valid until Jul 15, 2012)
View on Map
Distance:3.73 miles
Elapsed Time:1:55:57
Avg Speed:1.9 mph
Max Speed:27.1 mph
Avg Pace:31' 07" per mile
Min Altitude:397 ft
Max Altitude:549 ft
Start Time:2011-12-23T19:34:45Z
Start Location:
Latitude:47.386979º N
Longitude:122.075711º W
End Location:
Latitude:47.387036º N
Longitude:122.077267º W



Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Kelsy's search for Kosmo

Kosmo was an older yellow lab, 14 years old, with back legs that didn't work too well sometimes.  Looking back at the case now, I see that I missed several things and provided bad advice to Kosmo's owner.  Kosmo went missing 12/18, and Kelsy started searching on 12/20.  We used his bed as a scent article.  Kelsy immediately took me to some bushes not far from the house, but Kosmo was not there, and there was no trail he might have taken.  I started her again, and she took me down the driveway to the road, and up another driveway to a wooded lot.  I'm 90% sure this was not Kosmo's trail because Kosmo was found in the bushes 4 days later, fifty feet from his front porch, alive but gravely ill.  Even though I knew Kosmo's back legs didn't always work well, I reasoned that he might have gone that far if his joints warmed up once he started walking.  It happened that way on a previous case.  I remember, now, that Kosmo's owner said his weakness was neurological, not joint related, and more walking made it worse.  The scenario I imagined was not logical, now that I think about it.

Kelsy follows scent trails, and pools of scent are difficult for her.  This is why we use her for dog cases and not cat cases.  Cats tend to leave scent pools without any directionality.  For those situations, we use a cat detection dog, trained to thoroughly check an area for any cats.  Well, this was a case like a missing cat case, where Kosmo hadn't gone far, and he had left a non-directional pool of scent rather than a trail Kelsy could follow.

Before we started, I told Kosmo's owner that Kelsy usually does not track right up to the missing dog.  She has found five dogs directly, and she has been confirmed to be on the right trail most of the time.  In most cases, the missing dog had already been picked up by someone before we started searching, so there was no dog there for Kelsy to find.  As I told Kosmo's owner, Kelsy has been on the wrong trail a few times, and I did not realize it until we had followed that trail a long way.  Kelsy is supposed to give me a negative signal when we don't have the scent of the dog we are looking for.  This is something we have trained on, and I don't know why we fail in this way some times.  Maybe there is a problem with the scent article.  Most definitely there is a communication problem, where Kelsy is misunderstanding what I want and I am not reading her right.  Mistakes do happen, and the owner knew this before we started.

The worst mistake was the advice I gave her.  Before I left that day, I told her that, "At least we can be certain Kosmo isn't somewhere near the house in the bushes."  Obviously that wasn't the case because Kosmo was found not far from the house.  I should not have advised her as I did.  Kelsy can be fooled by a directionless scent pool, and I should not have been so certain Kosmo wasn't nearby.

Kosmo's owner heard him bark, faintly, and they found him in the bushes four days after he had gone missing.  He survived for a while, but he did not regain full health.  Kosmo's owner and the vet decided it was best to euthanize him on January 7th.  The bad advice I gave Kosmo's owner certainly didn't help him and it may have hastened his end.

One lesson I could learn from this is that Kelsy and I should not be doing searches if we can be mistaken in this way.  I have to weigh that against the good we have done when we found those five dogs.  For now, I will continue to work on training with Kelsy in order to try to determine where we are failing to communicate.  In our most recent training session, she performed flawlessly.  I hope the lesson learned from the search for Kosmo will help us on a future case.

Temp: 42°F
Feels like: 38°F
Fog
Humidity: 92%
Wind: SW 6 mph


Name:Track 099
Date:Dec 20, 2011 11:04 am
Map:
(valid until Jul 15, 2012)
View on Map
Distance:3.39 miles
Elapsed Time:2:46:18
Avg Speed:1.2 mph
Max Speed:7.7 mph
Avg Pace:49' 07" per mile
Min Altitude:0 ft
Max Altitude:381 ft
Start Time:2011-12-20T19:04:53Z
Start Location:

Latitude:47.496607º N

Longitude:122.469742º W
End Location:

Latitude:47.496812º N

Longitude:122.469717º W

Friday, December 9, 2011

Kelsy's search for Sadie

Sadie was hit by a bus on December 8th.  She slipped out of the car door in her driveway as her owner was attempting to secure her, and she ran toward the articulated Metro bus.  The bus clipped Sadie, and as her owner ran into the street trying to stop traffic, Sadie ran off into the woods, limping. 

Kelsy started tracking the next day around 11 AM.  Kelsy picked up heavy scent right across the street from Sadie's home, indicating to me that Sadie had come back in the night and spent time near the house.  Kelsy followed the trail down through the woods and to the beach.  The scent seemed especially strong on a segment of the trail, and I interpreted that to mean that Sadie had run back and forth several times on that section.  At the beach, the scent trail entered the tidal zone, and high tide had erased any scent below the bulkhead.

Another branch of the trail led north of Sadie's house.  Sadie was eventually found, that afternoon, several blocks east of home.  The vet gave her a temporary splint, and she was scheduled to have surgery and get a cast for her broken leg.  I did not receive any independent confirmation that Sadie had been on the trail Kelsy followed. 

Now for Seattle, WA (98166)

Temp: 33°F
Feels like: 33°F
Fog
Humidity: 93%
Wind: E 3 mph



Name:Track 097
Date:Dec 9, 2011 11:11 am
Map:
(valid until Jul 15, 2012)
View on Map
Distance:2.41 miles
Elapsed Time:2:22:31
Avg Speed:1.0 mph
Max Speed:5.4 mph
Avg Pace:59' 03" per mile
Min Altitude:0 ft
Max Altitude:250 ft
Start Time:2011-12-09T19:11:51Z
Start Location:
Latitude:47.500838º N
Longitude:122.376206º W
End Location:
Latitude:47.500601º N
Longitude:122.376233º W

Monday, October 17, 2011

Kelsy's search for Rudy

9/22/2011    Rudy is a small, cute, friendly dog who dug under the fence of his backyard in Auburn.  I advised the owner that small dogs like Rudy are usually picked up quickly, and that large neon signs would be more useful than a search dog in such a case.  I explained that the presence of a search dog can inspire the finder of a little dog to come forward and return the dog.  Rudy's owner opted for a search after being told the low likelihood that Kelsy would find Rudy. 

Now for Seattle, WA (98166)

Temp: 74F
Feels like: 74F
Mostly Cloudy
Humidity: 56%
Wind: WSW at 8 mph
Updated: 9/22/11 2:25 PM PDT

Name:Track 077
Date:Sep 22, 2011 1:55 pm
Map:
(valid until Mar 20, 2012)
View on Map
Distance:0.71 miles
Elapsed Time:37:33.8
Avg Speed:1.1 mph
Max Speed:5.8 mph
Avg Pace:53' 06" per mile
Min Altitude:219 ft
Max Altitude:422 ft
Start Time:2011-09-22T20:55:23Z
Start Location:
Latitude:47.316718º N
Longitude:122.257666º W
End Location:
Latitude:47.316779º N
Longitude:122.256739º W


 Kelsy followed this scent trail slowly, even though it was less than 24 hours old.  I attributed this to the high heat and low humidity.  The trail led around the block in a loop almost 1 mile long, and ended right near the point of escape.  I imagine that Rudy did a little exploring and then returned home.  The neighbors who found him said they picked him up right near his home.  They claimed not to have seen Rudy's fliers the previous evening.  Another possibility is that they were toying with the idea of keeping him until they saw the large neon posters, the volunteer searchers, and the search dog.  They called the owner to report finding him just as Kelsy and I were completing the loop.

I would not have started Kelsy on this search if I had known it would go on for almost a mile.  I expected the scent trail would go a few houses and end.  Also, the weather map showed rain coming, but that rain evaporated before it reached us.

Kelsy's search for Rocky

Rocky is a skittish Chihuahua missing in Puyallup.  Kelsy started to search for him on August 3rd, 2011, around 9 AM.  Kelsy followed the trail for about a mile until it ran into a large cemetery where they had recently mowed the lawn.  Due to the interference of the lawn mowers, and because the day was heating up much faster than expected, I called off the search after an hour and refunded the search fee.

Now for Puyallup, WA (98371)

Temp: 66F
Feels like: 66F
Fair
Humidity: 64%
Wind: CALM at calm mph
Updated: 8/3/11 9:25 AM PDT

Not only did the day heat up fast, but there was no shade, so Kelsy felt the heat even more.  While she searched, Kelsy worked the scent trail steadily.  The trail looped through an apartment complex, and Kelsy crossed her own trail, which was unusual.  I wished we had started at dawn, like on the Lucy search.   Rocky was never found, as far as I know.

Name:Track 066
Date:Aug 3, 2011 8:30 am
Map:
(valid until Jan 30, 2012)
View on Map
Distance:0.94 miles
Elapsed Time:43:38.1
Avg Speed:1.3 mph
Max Speed:9.6 mph
Avg Pace:46' 13" per mile
Min Altitude:121 ft
Max Altitude:157 ft
Start Time:2011-08-03T15:30:34Z
Start Location: 
 Latitude: 47.173554º N
 Longitude:122.299268º W
End Location: 
 Latitude: 47.173411º N
 Longitude:122.298922º W

Kelsy's Search for Lucy

Lucy came home just as Kelsy was getting ready to search, just as the sun was coming up on August 4th, 2011.  Lucy is a Taiwan dog.  Her owner, Robert, walked her in the neighborhood all the time.  When he let her out at night, he didn't realize the gate wasn't latched, and Lucy didn't come back in like usual.  She had been missing two days, and Robert, being 84 years old, wasn't able to search for her too actively. 

Temp: 60F
Feels like: 60F
Sunny
Humidity: 77%
Wind: CALM at calm mph
Updated: 8/4/11 5:25 AM PDT

Kelsy and I got there just before dawn, and I rigged her up with the harness and long leash.  She was just about to take the scent from the scent article, and Lucy trotted right in the gate just as the sun peeked over the horizon.  I took Kelsy to play at Luther Burbank Park to make it a fun day for her since she didn't get to do the search.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Practice search for Komu at Point Defiance

It started raining just in time for this search, making for perfect conditions. A half hour before the search it was too hot and dry:
Now for Tacoma, WA (98421)

Temp: 67F
Feels like: 67F
Cloudy
Humidity: 59%
Wind: WSW at 6 mph
Updated: 7/12/11 7:05 PM PDT

Just as we started, the rain created ideal conditions:
Now for Tacoma, WA (98421)

Temp: 61F
Feels like: 61F
Rain Shower
Humidity: 81%
Wind: WSW at 8 mph
Updated: 7/12/11 8:25 PM PDT

Apparently Kelsy worked one loop of the trail backwards, and she cut off another loop of Komu's trail.  Other than that, she worked this day-old trail pretty well.  We came upon a deer, standing there looking at us about 30 feet ahead, and that distracted Kelsy.  It took me a couple of minutes to get her focused on Komu's trail again.  Fortunately I saw the dear and knew that was what was getting her all excited, so I was able to correct her and get her back on track.

I knew the start point, which was also the end point, but I didn't know where the rest of the trail went in between.  Jessica followed my progress on Glympse, a GPS program, so that she could call me if Kelsy went too far astray.  She never had to call.  Kelsy worked one leg of the trail about fifty feet off the actual path of travel, parallel to it, like she has done in the past.

At the end point, Komu was hidden, so she had to pinpoint his location in the bushes.  Kelsy really started pulling when she hit the fresh scent, as compared to the day old scent.  She zoomed right in on Komu behind the bushes, and she got her McNuggets reward.

Name:Track 060
Date:Jul 12, 2011 7:57 pm
Map:
(valid until Jan 8, 2012)
View on Map
Distance:1.23 miles
Elapsed Time:43:53.1
Avg Speed:1.7 mph
Max Speed:6.0 mph
Avg Pace:35' 37" per mile
Min Altitude:155 ft
Max Altitude:279 ft
Start Time:2011-07-13T02:57:02Z
Start Location: 
 Latitude: 47.303485º N
 Longitude:122.533445º W
End Location: 
 Latitude: 47.303487º N
 Longitude:122.533379º W

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Kelsy's search for Lexi

Lexi doesn't like fireworks.  For a scent article, I used a chunk of the remains of a wooden door she demolished while panicked out of her mind.  Her fur clung to the rough edge of the hole she made in the door.  She didn't escape during that incident, but she did escape later, due to more fireworks, on the 5th.  A neighbor saw her at around 4:45 near the end of Lexi's driveway, and that was the last anyone saw of her for a while.  Lexi's owner came to the Kent Shelter to check for her, and to get some advice and posters.  While at our booth at the shelter, she requested a search dog, and I agreed to bring Kelsy out the next morning, about 40 hours after the escape.  The weather was perfect for a search this morning.

Now for Renton, WA (98059)

Temp: 59F
Feels like: 59F
Fog
Humidity: 94%
Wind: S at 7 mph
Updated: 7/7/11 7:45 AM PDT

Although it didn't register at the weather station, a fine mist covered the region, the kind intermittent windshield wipers were designed for.  It could have been a tad cooler, but otherwise it was perfect weather to make the scent available to the nose of a dog and keep her cool while she works.

I started Kelsy across the street from the point last seen and aimed her at that point, with a hedge as a backstop, so she would have to choose a direction.  She took the scent from the chunk of wood (a first for us) and chose to take us south.  Kelsy took us through a couple of yards and down to the Raging River.  That's it's name, although it wasn't raging at that moment.  Kelsy could easily have crossed, and the owner said Lexi would occaisonally cross the river to play in the woods on the other side.  Because scent doesn't stay put in a river, I had to guess where Lexi might have come out on the other side.  We ended up driving around, over the bridge, to the other side, and starting again in that small neighborhood of 4 houses on a dead end.  Kelsy found the scent to be fresher there than it was at the point last seen.  Kelsy dragged me through nettles and swamps, past devil's club and skunk cabbage, down about half a dozen dead end trails.  Kelsy pointed out bear scat and coyote scat to me.  We found a compost pile and some garbage that Lexi might have snacked on.

I wanted to get down to the river to start at the point across from where we left off on the other side.  We couldn't find a trail, so Kelsy and I just slogged through the nettles and blackberries and dense ferns.  Down at the river, I could see no trail leading back up into the woods.  I got into the river and walked downstream looking for a way out.  I couldn't work Kelsy on a scent trail at that point because there was no flat ground to work on, just the river and a steep bank covered in vegetation.  By the time I finally found a small trail, Lexi's owner shouted down to me that Lexi had been found.  Kelsy and I worked our way out of the canyon and met her back at the house.

Lexi was fine, and she had spent most of the 40 hours of her absence in a woman's car and in her home.  Lexi had been picked up shortly after her escape, with the remains of a tether dangling from her collar, right near her home.  The woman assumed Lexi had run away from home because of the severed tether.  She lived far away, and wasn't able to get back to the neighborhood until today.  She saw the large neon posters provided by MPP, and called the owner.  The finder refused to accept a reward.

The timeline of when Lexi escaped the yard is not exact, and I can't say that Kelsy definitely was on the right trail or definitely was on the wrong trail.  It is certainly possibly that Lexi had made an excursion across the river and come back home before being picked up.  It's also possible that Kelsy was on the wrong trail.  I wish I knew for sure.

When Kelsy met Lexi in her own driveway, she smelled the yellow lab and then looked up at me with a look on her face like, "Hey, that's the dog we were looking for--give me my treat."  So I did give her some cheese and play a little fetch with her.

Things I would do differently next time:  I saw that one house had a camera aimed at their gate.  Kelsy said Lexi walked right in front of that camera, probably more than once.  I should have asked the homeowner to review the tape and tell us if a yellow lab had walked across the camera's view.  This would have helped if Lexi were still missing, and it would help to know if Kelsy was on the right trail.

The other thing I would do differently  would be to have the finder return the dog BEFORE I get up at 5 AM, drive 35 miles, get stung by nettles, wade through a river in tennis shoes, and bushwhack for three hours. Kelsy had a blast, though, so I guess that is the important thing.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Kelsy's search for Emmett

Emmett was walking on a leash beside his owner when a bicycle came along the path by the beach in Lincoln Park.  The bike rider adjusted his path to avoid Emmett, but Emmett compensated the wrong way at the wrong moment.  In trying to avoid Emmett, the bike rider ended up running right into Emmett's side.  Panicked, Emmett backed out of his collar and bolted at 10:30 AM on a Saturday. 

MPP received the call around 2 PM and I called Emmett's owner around 3.  Kelsy and I reached the area of Lincoln Park about 4, but I saw an old hound dog wandering in the street, so I took a fifteen minute detour to corral her, call the number on her tag, and reunite her with her owner.  Kelsy didn't start on the scent trail until about 4:30, six hours after the escape.  The conditions were relatively hot and dry, and I would not have opted for a search, but I knew the original escape path went through the cool, shady, damp woods of Lincoln Park where the scent would be preserved and available to Kelsy's nose. 

Name:Track 055
Date:Jun 25, 2011 4:48 pm
Map:
(valid until Dec 22, 2011)
View on Map
Distance:2.51 miles
Elapsed Time:1:24:41
Avg Speed:1.8 mph
Max Speed:5.8 mph
Avg Pace:33' 44" per mile
Min Altitude:0 ft
Max Altitude:180 ft
Start Time:2011-06-25T23:48:50Z
Start Location: 
 Latitude: 47.535949º N
 Longitude:122.394944º W
End Location: 
 Latitude: 47.526669º N
 Longitude:122.391616º W

I failed to record the weather conditions, but I seem to recall it was about 62 degrees, low relative humidity, with a steady wind out of the northwest of 5 to 10 miles an hour. 

Kelsy ambled up the steep trail from the beach to the top of the bluff.  She seemed like she was on the trail but not enthusiastic.  At the top, she picked up the pace a little, as if the scent was fresher.  In the cneter of the park, in the woods where people don't usually walk, Kelsy started pulling hard like the trail was less than an hour old.  Kelsy took me down a creek bed toward the barbecue grills (following the scent trail, not at all interested in what was being cooked).  The path we took was not a path someone would walk their pet, nor was it the path of a squirrel or raccoon, being so direct toward the cooking shelters.  When we reached the area by the grills, Kelsy looked up at me like, "We are here--where's the dog?"  We hit a dead end, with the strongest scent, and Kelsy could not find the dog.  I took her all around the area, hoping she would locate Emmet hiding in the bushes. 

When I told Emmett's owner that we had followed the scent trail to its freshest location, but we couldn't find Emmett, she did not understand why we could not locate him.  It is difficult to explain, I don't know which explanation is the correct one, and an explanation sounds like an excuse.  Still, although it doesn't help Emmett, going over the possible explanation may help someone else. 

One explanation is that Emmett was hiding in the bushes very near the dead end.  This is a difficult situation for a trailing dog.  A trailing dog wants to follow a trail from point A to point B.  This type of trail has a distinct path and a directional quality.  If a dog circles one confined area, he creates a scent pool that obliterates any distinct scent trail.  It's as if the dog is everywhere at once.  This is common behavior for a cat, and the reason that we use different training and techniques for a cat detection dog.  It's possible that Kelsy walked right by Emmett hidden in the bushes without being able to detect him. 

The second possiblity is that the trail was a dead end.  Emmett may have run down to the source of food and water, hung out for a bit quietly watching the people, and then retreated to the quiet woods in the center of the park.  If that were the case, it would create a long dead end trail as illustrated on this map:
Possible Emmett Path
As Kelsy passes the point of divergence in this scenario, she must follow the strongest scent.  Although following the divergent trail would be following the freshest scent, it would not be following the strongest scent.  This is because Emmett would have walked the dead end twice, once in and once out, for double the scent of the freshest trail.  We have verified this in training, that Kelsy will follow a dead end instead of taking the quickest route by following the freshest scent.  When the dead end is very long, it can be difficult to back track to the point of divergence.  At the end of the trail, I had to investigate one of the two possibilities: check the bushes for a hiding Emmett, or backtrack to find a point of divergence from the dead end.  I chose to check the bushes near the end of the trail.  Later we went back to find the divergence, but we were unable to find one if there was one. 

The third possiblity is that I read Kelsy wrong, and she was on the wrong trail.  This has happened in a few cases before.  It seems unlikely because the path she took me on was not the path a person would take while walking their dog.  It was more the path of an unattended dog, like Emmett. 

Emmett came home at 1:30 in the morning, about 15 blocks from the point of escape.  Emmett didn't say where he'd been, and whether he was hiding in the bushes or had doubled back.  He definitely outsmarted us, wherever he went.  It is possible that Kelsy was right, or that she was wrong. 

The lesson for the future is that I should have treated the trail as a dead-end double-back and let the owner scour the bushes at the end. 

Friday, June 24, 2011

Practice search for Komu

Komu was chained in a yard a month ago.  Saving Great Animals and Jessica gave him a new life, and hopefully he will be a search dog for MPP some day.  Yesterday he hid for Kelsy.  The scent trail was fresh, about fifteen minutes old when we started.  The trail was about 2.15 miles, near Celebration Park in Federal Way.

Temp: 61F
Feels like: 61F
Mostly Cloudy
Humidity: 69%
Wind: WSW at 3 mph
Updated: 6/23/11 5:45 PM PDT
Although that's what the Weather Channel reported at that moment, I think it was warmer, with a stronger wind from the northwest, and not as humid.

Kelsy followed this scent trail fairly easily, being fresh, but she followed on the opposite side of the street most of the way.  It seemed that she followed where the wind had pushed the scent.  On the portion of the trail that followed the BPA trail, Jessica and Komu mostly took the small trails parallel to the main path, but Kelsy followed the main path.  At times, Kelsy was fifty or sixty feet off the actual trail of Komu, but following in the right direction and making the right turns.  This is consistent with how Kelsy has followed trails in the past. 

Failing in Public.

If we fail, it is not Kelsy's fault.  Sometimes we aren't communicating as clearly as I would hope.  Often, I ask more of her than I should.  Recently I took her out in the wrong conditions because the sighting was an hour old and I thought we might get lucky.

Temp: 61F
Feels like: 61F
Mostly Cloudy
Humidity: 47%
Wind: CALM at calm mph
Updated: 6/15/11 2:45 PM PDT

It may have been mostly cloudy wherever the weather station is, but in Redmond the sun was out in full, and the temperature was higher than 61.  Lucy had been seen running down the middle of the street.  I tried Kelsy on the scent trail, even though I knew that scent is dissipated by heat, sun, dryness, and especially car tires.   Kelsy led me into the tall grass beside the road and through several large fields.  It seems she was taking me backwards from the confirmed sighting an hour earlier.  She was following the strongest scent, which is all she can do.  I can't explain to her that she should follow the miniscule hint of a scent in the road and ignore the stronger scent preserved by the damp grass. 

After about half an hour, when it seemed fairly certain to me that she was leading me on the right trail but the wrong direction, I took her back and started at the point of the sighting again.  This time she took me down a driveway with no traffic and some shade.  She seemed to be very excited about something, but then we found coyote scat, so if Lucy had been there, the trail was not so fresh and recent as to be more interesting than coyotes.  Where I wanted Kelsy to lead me, down the middle of the road, it was just too hot and dry and trafficked.  So, Kelsy failed in finding Lucy, even though we were close, but it was not her fault.  I had warned Lucy's owner before we started that the conditions were not good for a search. 

Fortunately, Lucy was found about an hour later, due to the persistence and tenacity of her owner.  You can read Lucy's story here:  http://greasergrrl.wordpress.com/2011/06/16/bringing-lucy-home/  MPP was helpful in this case, as were many volunteers and Good Samaritans. 

I don't like to fail in public, or fail at all.  Also, it is not fair to Kelsy to set her up in a situation where she is likely to fail.  It's not good for her training or motivation.  Still, I will probably risk failure in the future if it gives a dog a chance. 

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Kelsy's Search for Camilo

This search differed from our standard methods.  Luz said her little dog Camilo was right outside her door one moment and gone in less than two minutes.  She heard Camilo scream, not yip or bark or whimper.  Luz suspected a predator, most likely a coyote, but she wanted a search dog to try anyway.  I explained how Kelsy works, and that since the point last seen was right outside her door, where Camilo had made hundreds of scent trails, it would be unlikely that Kelsy could follow Camilo's scent trail.  Also, since he was probably carried, not walking, there might not be a scent trail to follow.  She said she wanted us to try, just in case Camilo was not taken by a predator. 

Kelsy and I started our search at 7 PM on a relatively warm, dry day.  We started at a point where the scuff marks in the dirt indicated a possible struggle.  Kelsy analyzed the ground there, and at a similar scuff mark eight feet away.  Then she led me into the neighbor's yard, and pointed out a spot of great interest to her.  I marked this spot, and tried to continue the search.  Kelsy lost the trail, so I took her back to the beginning and restarted her.  This time she followed a looping trail all through the yard, I assume not from the day of the disappearance. 

Luz showed us a spot in the woods, about a quarter mile away, where her other dog behaved oddly, shaking and refusing to move forward.  I started Kelsy on the scent article there, and she didn't seem to pick up a scent trail.  However, she did find coyote scat that was full of fur that looked like it could belong to Camilo.  We took some samples for comparison at a lab. 

After dark, we sprayed luminol at the four locations of interest to Kelsy--the two scuff marks in the yard, the spot on the neighbor's lawn, and the coyote scat in the woods.  Of course, the coyote scat glowed blue, as you would expect traces of blood there.  At the three other spots, we saw just a few specks of blue.  It is possible these were false positives, but they resembled drops of blood.  Given the possible presence of blood, the coyote scat with possible matching fur, and the circumstances of the dissappearance, I advised Luz that the most likely scenario was that Camilo had been taken by a coyote.  However, I advised her to keep looking until she got positive confirmation that the fur belonged to Camilo.  At this point I haven't heard the result of the test.

Kelsy was unable to perform her usual search, because of the circumstances and conditions, but she did point out areas of interest I would never have found without her help.  She proved useful, but in a different manner than we have trained for. 

Temp: 53F
Feels like: 53F
Fair
Humidity: 55%
Wind: NNW at 5 mph
Updated: 5/19/11 10:25 PM PDT

Friday, May 13, 2011

Karma's search for Otis





When you are looking for your missing cat, someone is bound to tell you that your cat was killed by a coyote.  In every missing cat case I have worked, the owners were told this by one or more people.  It is rarely true.  Missing Pet Partnership helps over 400 families each year in the search for lost loved ones.  In all those cases, we have fewer than five cases a year where we can confirm that a predator took a pet.  Studies of coyotes have shown that it is rare for them to take a domestic animal, and that the bulk of their diet is fruit and nuts and rodents.  When we search for a lost cat, we focus our efforts on the highest probabilities, and being taken by a coyote is one of the lowest probabilities. 

However, when Karma and I showed up to search for Otis yesterday, his owner reported what a neighbor had seen.  The morning that Otis disappeared, this neighbor was looking out his living room window around dawn.  He saw a coyote run through his yard into Otis's yard, and moments later the coyote came back into his yard with something in his mouth.  Even though being taken by a coyote usually is a low probability, given this information, we started our search at the point where the neighbor last saw the coyote. 

Karma was very interested in sniffing the ground in many spots near this point where the coyote was last seen.  I paid attention to all the areas Karma pointed out, but I wasn't seeing any signs of predation.  I realized that didn't mean there was no evidence, just that it might be too small or too transparent for me to see.  Karma also wanted to take me out of this area in the manner of a trailing dog.  Karma is not trained as a trailing dog, but she is a dog, and she wanted to follow several scent trails leading away from that initial site. 

I let Karma follow her nose a while, even though that is not the standard procedure with a cat-detection dog.  When she led me farther away from the point last seen than it would be reasonable for a cat to travel on his own, I stopped her and brought her back to our areas of highest probability.  For three hours we searched the neighbors' yards, one by one.  Karma hit several areas where a cat had been recently, judging by her response, but the cat had heard us coming and moved off. 

After we cleared most of the yards in the neighborhood, I brought Karma back to the point where the coyote had been seen last, where Karma was very interested in invisible clues on the ground.  Within five minutes of carefully scanning this area, I found Otis's collar, with his name tag.  It was so plainly visible that I couldn't believe I had missed it before, especially when I was actively looking for just that type of evidence.  My guess is that the light had changed, and the collar that had been in a shadow was now in full sun.  Karma had indicated several points near there, but not exactly there.  In the future, I will direct my attention not only to the specific locations Karma indicates, but to the immediate surroundings of those points. 

Based on the way the collar was cut (evidently by teeth, and not torn or cut by a knife) and based on other trace evidence found at that site, I told the owner that we could stop our search for Otis, and that it was fairly clear what had happened.  Although it is rare for a coyote to take a domestic animal, it does happen on occasion.  She could have sent the evidence to a lab for a DNA test, but I felt that the collar, the eyewitness account, and the orange fur constituted enough evidence that further testing wasn't necessary.

I probably would not have found the evidence if not for Karma's work in the area.  Because she was very interested in what happened on that lawn, I knew to go back and check more thoroughly.  The way Karma analyzed the scene was very similar to the way Kelsy behaved in the two instances where she found evidence of a coyote taking a small domestic animal.  In all three instances, I could see that Kelsy and Karma were reading the ground like looking at a picture, and they were forming images in their minds of what happened.  I couldn't know what they imagined, but I knew it was significant, and it led me to discover clues that I would have missed if not for them. 

Another important lesson from this case is that there weren't a lot of missing cat fliers around the neighborhood.  When I interview owners of missing cats, I always ask if there has been a recent increase in the number of missing cat fliers in the area, because this could mean there is a predator active in the area.  Owls and bobcats are just as likely to take a cat.  If they tell me No, there haven't been more fliers, then I leave the possibility of predation as unlikely, and I focus the search on other possibilities.  However, in the cases of Casey the Shih-Tzu, Cookie the Havanese, and Otis the orange Tabby, all three were taken by coyotes and in all three cases there had not been an increase in lost pet fliers in the neighborhood.  I will still ask the question, and I will still view the probability of predation as low, but it can happen without warning even when it is unlikely.

All of our cats are indoor-only, and any cat I adopt in the future will be indoor-only.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Practice Search for Lucy


Kelsy and I hadn't seen Lucy in a while, so I arranged a practice search so Kelsy could see her old friend.  Lucy walked the trail a day earlier, and it was about three miles long.  I knew the trail in advance, so I could monitor Kelsy's behavior as she trailed and watch for distractions.  Kelsy followed the trail almost exactly except for the 1 mile stretch of 21st Ave SW.  I knew Lucy had stayed on the east side for the whole mile, but Kelsy wanted to cross to the west side.  I gave her a little resistance before we crossed, to make sure she really wanted to cross, but Kelsy insisted.  Kelsy followed the trail for three blocks on the west side, then one block on the east side, six blocks west, and three blocks east.  About half the time, Kelsy follows a known scent trail on the opposite side of the road.  She has always done this, as far as I can tell, and I'm not sure why.  I think it may have something to do with the way a road cools at night and draws air into it.  Or maybe it was the wind pushing the scent over.  I wish I could see scent particles so I would know how they distribute over time. 

Kelsy followed most of the trail exactly, other than being on the opposite side of the road.  There was just one point in an apartment complex where she got turned around, and I helped her back on track for half a block.  At the end, Kelsy could not pinpoint Lucy's house.  No doubt, there were many Lucy trails crisscrossing and running in and out.  She knew Lucy was near, but she couldn't pinpoint the house.  I did lead her to the gate, and once she was in the back yard, she knew she was in Lucy's world.  She had a good time playing with Lucy and barking at her.  Kelsy played a little fetch with Lucy's ball, and she received snausages for her treat.  After a frustrating week of trailing Cali, Kelsy seemed relieved to work the trail of a findable dog, especially a friend she hadn't seen in a while. 

Temp: 45F
Feels like: 40F
Partly Cloudy
Humidity: 61%
Wind: SSW at 8 mph
Updated: 4/17/11 10:45 AM PDT

Name:Track 045
Date:Apr 17, 2011 11:07 am
Map:
(valid until Oct 14, 2011)
View on Map
Distance:3.14 miles
Elapsed Time:1:16:54
Avg Speed:2.4 mph
Max Speed:8.1 mph
Avg Pace:24' 31" per mile
Min Altitude:222 ft
Max Altitude:368 ft
Start Time:2011-04-17T18:07:35Z
Start Location: 
 Latitude: 47.309758º N
 Longitude:122.352729º W
End Location: 
 Latitude: 47.308695º N
 Longitude:122.351938º W

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Search for Cali

Cali is a seventeen pound Labradoodle that runs like the wind.  Over a seven day period, she ran back and forth over a territory five miles long and three miles wide.  We received reports of her at one end in the evening and the other end the next morning.  All of the fliers posted on every street in that area advised people not to chase her, but of course the people would chase her first and then read the details in the flier later.  Kelsy tracked Cali five times on four different days, but we couldn’t follow the scent trail as fast as Cali could run.  On the last trailing attempt, I even saw Cali in a yard, and started Kelsy on the scent trail ten minutes later.  As we followed, we kept getting reports that Cali was seen farther and farther away from us, so we gave up that strategy.  Instead, on the day that Cali’s family flew home from out of the country, they spread out in the neighborhood where Cali was last seen, hoping for a new reported sighting.  Within an hour, Cali’s mom spotted her in a yard.  

I pulled up just in time to see Cali’s owner perform a textbook example of our recommended calming signals.  From fifty feet away, she got Cali’s attention, and then she lay flat on the ground, not looking at Cali.  She set Cali’s favorite toy on the ground, along with a bag of Cali’s favorite treats.  Then she waited.  I’m sure Cali’s owner wanted to run to her when she spotted her in that yard.  As she laid there, for what probably seemed like an eternity, she may have wondered if my advice to lie on the pavement was the best way to catch a dog.  Cali sat and watched for a couple of minutes.  Then she cautiously started to move closer.  At about twenty-five feet away, she must have caught the scent of her owner, because I could see that her tail started to wag.  She increased her pace to a trot, and then she galloped the rest of the way, wagging her tail furiously.  She pounced on her owner and rolled on top of her joyously.  It was the perfect ending to Cali’s week of adventure.    Again I got to witness Kat Albrecht’s techniques work like a charm.  Reunions like this keep me going.  Kelsy, on the other hand, seemed disappointed that she wasn’t the one to catch the ‘Doodle.  Next time, Kelsy.

Regarding Kelsy's performance on these searches, it is difficult to assess her accuracy.  Most likely, Cali was in all of these areas at multiple times, based on the sightings and her behavior.  On the first day of scent trailing, Kelsy seemed like she was really close, at the north end of the trail in Newport Shores, at Vashon Key.  We may have even gone right past Cali in the bushes somewhere nearby.  Right at the corner of Cascade Key and Vashon Key, the trail lost its directional quality, and Cali had gone every which way.  On the last search, the day Cali was caught, Kelsy seemed to be losing her enthusiasm for Cali.   Cali had certainly been up and down that street multiple times on multiple days, making it difficult to distinguish one trail from the other.  Even if we were on the right track 100% of the time (not on an older trail) Kelsy could never have caught up to Cali while having to drag me along, unless Cali took a break, which was what we were hoping for.  The fastest we have been able to track is about two miles an hour.  Note that on the recorded tracks below, the average speed on three of them is 1.7 miles an hour.  (The one that reads 3.7 MPH includes a car ride back to the start.)   Based on the reports we received, Cali was traveling at least two to five miles an hour on average, sometimes much faster when people were trying to catch her. 

Name:Track 040
Date:Apr 7, 2011 10:44 am
Map:
(valid until Oct 4, 2011)
View on Map
Distance:1.87 miles
Elapsed Time:1:06:49
Avg Speed:1.7 mph
Max Speed:23.8 mph
Avg Pace:35' 40" per mile
Min Altitude:81 ft
Max Altitude:444 ft
Start Time:2011-04-07T17:44:24Z
Start Location:
Latitude:47.550580º N
Longitude:122.187785º W
End Location:
Latitude:47.549398º N
Longitude:122.189398º W

Temp: 41F
Feels like: 41F
Cloudy
Humidity: 82%
Wind: NE at 1 mph
Updated: 4/7/11 9:45 AM PDT

Name:Track 041
Date:Apr 7, 2011 12:28 pm
Map:
(valid until Oct 4, 2011)
View on Map
Distance:4.02 miles
Elapsed Time:1:05:03
Avg Speed:3.7 mph
Max Speed:29.2 mph
Avg Pace:16' 12" per mile
Min Altitude:6 ft
Max Altitude:361 ft
Start Time:2011-04-07T19:28:06Z
Start Location:
Latitude:47.553889º N
Longitude:122.179037º W
End Location:
Latitude:47.552701º N
Longitude:122.179048º W
Temp: 45F
Feels like: 42F
Mostly Cloudy
Humidity: 76%
Wind: NNE at 6 mph
Updated: 4/7/11 3:25 PM PDT
Name:Track 042
Date:Apr 8, 2011 1:20 pm
Map:
(valid until Oct 5, 2011)
View on Map
Distance:3.62 miles
Elapsed Time:2:05:16
Avg Speed:1.7 mph
Max Speed:38.5 mph
Avg Pace:34' 34" per mile
Min Altitude:0 ft
Max Altitude:375 ft
Start Time:2011-04-08T20:20:43Z
Start Location:
Latitude:47.518705º N
Longitude:122.156697º W
End Location:
Latitude:47.516748º N
Longitude:122.143761º W

Temp: 52F
Feels like: 52F
Cloudy
Humidity: 56%
Wind: WSW at 10 mph
Updated: 4/9/11 5:45 PM PDT

Name:Track 044
Date:Apr 9, 2011 6:11 pm
Map:
(valid until Oct 6, 2011)
View on Map
Distance:2.17 miles
Elapsed Time:1:15:17
Avg Speed:1.7 mph
Max Speed:6.9 mph
Avg Pace:34' 39" per mile
Min Altitude:224 ft
Max Altitude:345 ft
Start Time:2011-04-10T01:11:05Z
Start Location:
Latitude:47.557516º N
Longitude:122.184864º W
End Location:
Latitude:47.550231º N
Longitude:122.183291º W

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Karma's search for Oscar

Kelsy wasn't too happy when I assembled the search gear and then left her at home.  Kelsy follows scent trails, so she is not the best sort of dog to find a cat.  In today's search for Oscar, I borrowed Karma, who has been trained to find pools of cat scent.  Karma does not follow the scent trail of a specific animal, but she just finds any and all cats.  If it's not the cat we are looking for, she just looks for another one. 

Karma found two cats today, neither of which were Oscar.  Oscar is an orange cat with short hair, and Karma found an orange cat with long hair.  Karma cleared about 16 yards in three hours.  We didn't get permission to search every yard we would have liked, but we did hit the most likely places Oscar could be hiding.  During the search, we ran into many people who had seen an orange cat.  Some weren't sure whether it was the long-haired orange cat, but other people were sure it was a short-haired orange cat. 

Even though we weren't able to find Oscar during the search, I feel confident he is still in the area.  The neighborhood has many outdoor cats, and I think that their territories have shifted somehow, and Oscar has been bumped out of his normal range.  Oscar has been missing for five days.  His owner is putting up large neon posters in the area.  He has a good chance of making it back home. 

Karma slept very well on the ride home, and she was happy to see her owner after a day's adventure.  Kelsy scolded me for leaving her at home, but she soon forgave me.

Temp: 47F
Feels like: 42F
Mostly Cloudy
Humidity: 79%
Wind: ESE at 9 mph
Updated: 3/26/11 6:25 PM PDT

Name:Track 038
Date:Mar 26, 2011 10:43 am
Map:
(valid until Sep 22, 2011)
View on Map
Distance:1.60 miles
Elapsed Time:2:42:26
Avg Speed:0.6 mph
Max Speed:11.6 mph
Avg Pace:-- per mile
Min Altitude:381 ft
Max Altitude:442 ft
Start Time:2011-03-26T17:43:48Z
Start Location: 
 Latitude: 47.460096º N
 Longitude:122.165573º W
End Location: 
 Latitude: 47.460829º N
 Longitude:122.167147º W

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Kelsy

Last night, I woke up before dawn, and I couldn't fall back to sleep right away.  Kelsy sensed that I had turned over, and she moved over next to me, seeking warmth because the air was cool.  She laid her spine against my chest and her head on my arm.  My breath moved the short fur on the back of her neck and I could smell the slightly sweet, distinct scent of her ears.  I rubbed her chest, and she fell back asleep.  As she started to dream, her feet twitched, and I felt like I was right there with her in the dream.  I could almost tell which way she was moving in her dream by the relative amplitude of her rippling muscles.  Her neck would tremble as she turned one way or the other in her dream world.  I hoped that she felt my presence and that I was with her in her dream, keeping her safe.  Eventually, her dream subsided, and we both fell into a calm sleep.

Quite often, people ask me why I do this, volunteering my time to chase down a strange dog.  I do it because I love Kelsy.  I love all three of my dogs, Porter, Tess, and Kelsy, but with Kelsy I took advantage of the opportunity to give her a meaningful and fulfilling job, using her skills to help other animals.  It is just a game to her, most of the time, but other times I think she senses what is at stake.  The times she found the remains of deceased dogs, she behaved solemnly, as though she knew the full story of predator and prey, and how the scene unfolded on that spot.  She takes her job seriously, and she is frustrated when we can't continue the search because of property lines or because the dog was picked up.  In doing this work, Kelsy is leading a fuller life.  She still enjoys sleeping on a couch just as much as the other dogs, but I wonder if Porter and Tess are dreaming of cupcakes while Kelsy is dreaming of the search.  I wish I would have known about Missing Pet Partnership years ago, so I could have given all three dogs the chance to do this work.

When Kelsy and I work together, we are a team, a unit.  I am watching everything she does, paying attention to the slightest change in the angle of her head or the tension on the leash.  When a fresh scent hits her nose, the impulse travels right up the leash as if we are wired together.  As we search, we become one person.  Through repetition, through trial and error, we are both learning how to work a scent trail and how to decipher the tricky double-backs and overlapping loops.  I am learning how to communicate with her and how not to communicate with her to stay in the groove and work an ephemeral, invisible trail.  I am allowed to enter her world, to see the world through her eyes, and through her magnificent nose.

It's hard to imagine that anyone loves anyone as much as I love Kelsy, but it is possible.  I can imagine how crushing it would be if Kelsy were suddenly missing.  My life would come to a stop.  When people are missing their dogs, if they love them half as much as I love Kelsy, then I know how hard it is, and how desperately they want this member of their family back home, safe.  Because they've never met someone like me, someone who works with a scent dog to track lost dogs, people often ask me why I do it.  I do it because I love Kelsy, and because I understand that you might love your dog almost as much.  I do it because, if Kelsy were suddenly missing, I would want someone to help me.  If Kelsy were lost, I would give anything to find her.

Monday, March 21, 2011

The Search for Mac

Mac is the first wallaby that Kelsy has tried to track.  I didn't know what to expect, and I advised Mac's owner that Kelsy had never tried this before.  Kelsy is a dog-detection dog, not a cat-detection dog, and so she is trained to follow the scent trail of a specific animal.  Her style of scent trailing usually doesn't work for cats because cats generally don't run for miles on a distinct trail.  They move a little, create a pool of scent, move a little more, and create another new pool of scent.  If Mac behaved like a dog, Kelsy might be able to track him, but if he was more like a cat, then she would probably be unsuccessful.

The trail Kelsy followed is on the map at the link below.  It starts out looping around, and then Kelsy hits on a distinct trail heading south toward home.  We hit that trail by accident after I had already called off the search.  We were just walking back to the truck when Kelsy started to pull me across the main street.  She got into her groove, for the first time that day, and she followed along the guardrail and down onto the walking trail between the main road and the lake.  She stuck to this linear scent trail like glue, ignoring dogs that she passed.  Finally, the trail led to a series of waterfront lots, which are long and narrow.  The first one had been recently mowed, obliterating the scent trail, and I didn't want to have to stop every sixty feet and request permission from each new property owner.  I advised Mac's owner to concentrate her search in that area.

If Kelsy was correct in the trail she followed, the answer to whether a wallaby acts more like a cat or a dog seems to be, a little of both.  I will be very interested to learn where they eventually find Mac.  Kelsy seemed disappointed that I stopped her in mid-trail.  Later in the evening, when I said the word "wallaby," she howled at me.

Temp: 49F
Feels like: 48F
Mostly Cloudy
Humidity: 60%
Wind: SSE at 4 mph
Updated: 3/20/11 2:45 PM PDT

Update:  Mac was eventually found, deceased, not far from where Kelsy's trail had ended.  Mac had entered the water, for some unknown reason, and seems to have drowned.  Kelsy could not follow the scent trail into the lake.  Mac was found 700 feet east of where Kelsy followed a trail to the water's edge, possibly pushed there by currents.

Name:Track 037
Date:Mar 20, 2011 1:29 pm
Map:
(valid until Sep 16, 2011)
View on Map
Distance:1.67 miles
Elapsed Time:1:14:43
Avg Speed:1.3 mph
Max Speed:4.7 mph
Avg Pace:44' 37" per mile
Min Altitude:45 ft
Max Altitude:331 ft
Start Time:2011-03-20T20:29:56Z
Start Location:
Latitude:47.579448º N
Longitude:122.073612º W
End Location:
Latitude:47.569705º N
Longitude:122.066391º W

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Random notes

No search today.

I used to keep a journal of all my dogs' inconsequential activities. I realized I can still do that here, and people can skip over the boring stuff.

Kelsy acted strange, today, and it took me a minute to figure it out. We had gone to the dog park and she had run around like a maniac, chasing her ball and wallowing in her swamp. Then we went to the rain garden at the elementary school, and Kelsy watched me pull weeds. After about an hour, I look over and noticed she had an odd expression. I didn't know what to make of it. I wondered if Mount Rainier was about to blow. When I got closer, I noticed she was trembling. I looked around for what might be causing her to tremble, but nothing was unusual. Finally, it occurred to me that she was cold! I had never seen her cold before. Since I first got Porter eleven years ago, I have never seen any of my three dogs cold. It never occurred to me that they could get cold. They are always rolling in the snow and plunging into half-frozen lakes. Just last week, Kelsy went swimming in Puget Sound during a storm. I guess lying on the concrete in the rain, not moving, finally quenched her furnace. I felt bad for making her cold, but it had never dawned on me that she could be cold. We went and hopped in the truck, and she was instantly fine.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

The Search for Rocky





Rocky dashed away from home yesterday around 4 PM.  He was last seen running into the park as people were trying to catch him.  Denise requested the help of MPP, and I sent her the handbook of 15 tools and techniques for finding your lost dog.  After reading through the material, she was interested in a search dog.  I explained that this search might have a lower chance of success than usual because they took Rocky for walks in the area on a regular basis, so old scent trails might be hard to distinguish from new scent trails.  Knowing the limitations and the drawbacks, Denise opted to have the search.  Kelsy and I arrived around 4:40.  We got started right away to make the most of the daylight.

For a scent article, we used a bed that Rocky liked to lay on for many hours each day.  Kelsy spent longer than usual sniffing the scent article, and then she started on the trail.  Fairly quickly, she found some scat that Denise said was consistent with Rocky.  Kelsy followed the scent trail through the park, a wooded ravine with fairly good visibility and sight lines.  On the downhill side of the park, Kelsy started using her eyes instead of her nose, a sign to me that she was either losing the scent trail, or it had gotten weaker.  Then she started using her nose again and took us to the end of the block.  At the intersection below the park, Cullbertson and Sherwood, Kelsy turned and gave me the negative signal, indicating she had run out of scent.  When turning back, she stopped at a gate to a yard.  Instead of pursuing this, I took her back to the center of the park, where the scent was hottest, and started her again.  She led me on several branch trails, and into a section of ferns and huckleberries.  Each time she took a particular interest in a spot, I checked to see what she was smelling, and I never saw signs of predation.  Kelsy ended up leading me back to the beginning, to the parking lot and the point where Rocky was last seen.  As we were trying to find a trail out of the main overlapping trail, Denise got a call that Rocky had been found about a mile south of where we were looking.  Denise went to that house, and it turned out to actually be Rocky.  He had curled up on someone's porch, and they found him when they came home.  I don't know for sure, but I think the finders saw the neon posters for Rocky as they were driving through the neighborhood.  Or they might have called the number on the tag.  Anyway, Rocky was home, safe.

After we determined that Rocky was healthy, and offered him some food, Denise agreed to let Kelsy find Rocky as a reward for her efforts.  They walked Rocky from their front door to the end of the block and then right half a block more.  Kelsy sniffed the scent article again, and then led me charging toward Rocky on this fresh scent trail.  Rocky was a bit nervous at this big black dog rushing toward him, but he wasn't too scared.  Kelsy took a good sniff of him to make sure he was the right dog, and then she turned to me to ask for her treat.  I tossed her several good treats that Denise had given me, and then I threw her ball for her a few times in the street.  Kelsy slept soundly in the truck on the ride home.


Temp: 47F
Feels like: 44F
Cloudy
Humidity: 77%
Wind: S at 8 mph
Updated: 3/12/11 5:45 PM PST

I forgot to switch on the GPS, so I didn't record half the trail.  We actually started right where the map indicates the end, going in a loop, as Rocky probably did more than once in the middle of the night.

Name:Track 036
Date:Mar 12, 2011 5:16 pm
Map:
(valid until Sep 8, 2011)
View on Map
Distance:1.14 miles
Elapsed Time:33:37.0
Avg Speed:2.0 mph
Max Speed:16.4 mph
Avg Pace:29' 27" per mile
Min Altitude:162 ft
Max Altitude:460 ft
Start Time:2011-03-13T01:16:14Z
Start Location:
Latitude:47.733691º N
Longitude:122.367748º W
End Location:
Latitude:47.734147º N
Longitude:122.361454º W

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Practice search for Kody

Yesterday, Kelsy searched for Kody in a short practice trail.  Kelsy has been working hard lately and getting little reward.  I did praise her and reward her after the search for Cookie, where she found conclusive evidence, but that is not as rewarding as finding a happy, wiggly dog at the end of the trail.  Kat and Kody laid a short trail before our two hour meeting, and I put Kelsy on the trail after the meeting was over.  The trail just went around the block.  When I started Kelsy, she took off like a rocket, and I had to hold onto the leash with both hands.  She overshot the first turn, which I could tell because she was looking around in the dark for Kody, instead of using her nose.  When I took her back, she hit the right trail and started pulling even harder.  Again, she overshot when she saw a group of people, strangers, and leapt to the assumption that they had Kody.  After she saw they didn't have her, I was able to back Kelsy up, and she found the right trail again.  On the last leg of the trail, toward Kody's hiding place, Kelsy pulled the hardest yet, and we were fortunate that there was no traffic as she dragged me across the street.  Kelsy whipped around the corner and found Kody, and she asked for her reward, confident she had done a good job.  I gave her big chunks of cheese.  We went to get back in the truck, and Kelsy reminded me, just with a certain look, that we hadn't played fetch, yet.  I got the ball out, and we had a few quick throws in the dark parking lot. 

For that last leg of the trail, Kelsy was lit up, on fire.  That's how I like to see her.  She is powerful, motivated, on a mission, and I just hold on and try not to trip.  Kelsy works so hard on the difficult cases, trying to follow my instructions, which are often contradictory and confusing.  Go, stop, hurry up, slow down, wait, get to work.  To see her run through the dark like that, all fired up, is very gratifying to me.  This little practice trail was not difficult.  It was only intended to reward Kelsy, and I think it served that purpose well.  However, I did learn a little something, even though I wasn't expecting to: when Kelsy is on a hot scent, she will overshoot the turns, and I can tell she is overshooting them because she is looking instead of smelling.  In the past, I would have just read her hard pulling as evidence we were on the right trail.  Now I know to pay attention to whether she is looking or smelling her way forward.  Actually, I think we learned this lesson before, but this trail reminded me. 

Kelsy is snoring now, sleeping deeply.  I think the good search for Kody is helping her sleep even better than usual. 

The Search for Wolf

Wolf is a skinny old cat, 18 years old, about 5 pounds.  He went outside about 9 PM Monday night, and he wasn't in the house Tuesday morning.  Amy, a friend of mine, took her search dog Harley out to look in the woods for Wolf.  The trouble is, Wolf is Harley's kitty, and Wolf's scent is everywhere, so Harley isn't that good at finding Wolf sometimes.  Harley did find the remains of a cat, however.  The little that was left seemed to have come from a recent kill.  Amy asked if Kelsy and I might be able to help. 

I said we would try, even though this isn't our optimal sort of search.  Kelsy finds dogs, mostly, and finding cats is usually a different process.  I brought Kelsy over just to see what she would find.  Kelsy was very interested in a spot in the yard, as if some event had happened there.  I could see her reading the earth like a book, and I imagined she was reading the story of a struggle.  Kelsy took is into the woods, mostly along the same path Harley had taken earlier.  Kelsy found the same remains, and she led us deeper into the woods to the remains of a small rodent and a crow.  Kelsy and I didn't give Amy much new information.  Amy examined the little material she could find, and she thought it looked like it came from Wolf. 

It turned out, however, that Wolf was safe and warm in a neighbor's house, who mistook him for a stray and tried to help him.  Wolf is safe at home now, and we don't know whose remains we found in the woods.  We did see a flier for a missing cat, and that cat looked a lot like Wolfie.  Kelsy had started with a scent article of Wolf, taken from the freezer, and she got the signal to follow that trail.  Once we entered the dense undergrowth of the woods, we couldn't follow our usual procedures.  I think Kelsy just ended up following her nose to the next interesting smell. Kelsy unearthed information about the activities of predators in the woods, but it was hard for us to draw conclusions based on what we found.  Amy and I came to the wrong conclusion, thankfully.  Someone lost their cat, but it wasn't Wolf. 

Had it been someone besides Amy, I probably would have told them that such a search would not be Kelsy's strong suit.  Also, these kinds of searches are hard on Kelsy, I think.  Like the search for Cookie, Kelsy didn't get to find a happy animal at the end.  Fortunately, Kelsy got to search for Kody later in the day. 

Monday, March 7, 2011

The Search for Oreo





Oreo disappeared about ten days ago in an apartment complex in south Tacoma.  Normally, I don't use Kelsy for cat searches, but since this was an indoor only cat, I thought I would give it a try.  I had actually brought Karma down, to do the usual cat search, checking the bushes in a methodical search.  Because it wouldn't hurt anything, I tried Kelsy first to see if we could find a trail.  Oreo often slept on the arm of their sofa.  Kelsy had a hard time understanding that I wanted her to sniff the sofa as a scent article, but once she got it, she took off like a rocket on a scent trail leading to the right, around their building.  Kelsy led me to a cat's latrine, in the landscape, then she led me around the dumpsters and through a hole in the fence to the next neighborhood.  After that, the trail seemed less strong, more diffuse or overlapping.  Kelsy led me to the next block, to an abandoned house.  We were called back because they had a recent sighting of a cat matching Oreo's description.  When we got back, they said they had seen a cat that looked like Oreo going exactly where Kelsy had led me.  We tried to get permission to search the private properties where Kelsy and the witness had indicated, but no one answered the door.  Many condos and town homes in that neighborhood had crawlspaces with open access, and Oreo could have been in any one of them.  Without permission, we were unable to continue the search.

I told the owners that the scent trail Kelsy followed was much fresher than ten days old, and that Oreo likely came to their door recently, trying to get back in.  We did see a cat that looked similar to Oreo.  I have a feeling they will catch Oreo eventually.  I have no way of knowing if Kelsy was on the right trail, but she seemed pretty sure of herself in that first 200 yards from the apartment door to the hole in the fence.  It only occurred to me later, but I wish I had looked up into the tree by the hole in the fence.  Perhaps Oreo was looking down at us at that very moment.  The owner said later that Oreo always liked to climb on the highest part of the furniture in their apartment.  It could have been Kelsy's second walk-up find in one day.

The Search for Cookie






Cookie probably never knew what hit her.  She was taken by a predator so quickly and quietly that her owner, standing 30 feet away, never knew what happened.  Cookie was hard of hearing, with poor eyesight.  Perhaps it was a bobcat or a coyote, but it happened suddenly.

After reviewing the case with Cookie's owner, I advised against a search because he said he walked Cookie in the neighborhood, and I thought Kelsy would have a hard time sorting out the most recent trail from a previous trail.  Cookie's owner wanted a search anyway, just to cover all the bases, so we went out there yesterday morning.  Kelsy started at their front door, where Cookie had gone out at about 11:30 PM two days earlier.  Kelsy immediately took me around behind the house, which I was not expecting.  Kelsy took me about 100 yards into a forested greenbelt behind the neighbor's house, where Cookie could not have walked under her own power, being just 12 pounds and with weak legs.  Kelsy found the jacket that Cookie had been wearing, and when I turned it over with my knife, it had red blood on the inside.  The owners said it was definitely Cookie's jacket, and indeed it was identical to another one they had in their hands.  I advised them that a further search was probably unnecessary because Cookie could only have gotten that far in the jaws of a predator (I didn't phrase it like that).  They wanted to search more, to find Cookie.  I let Kelsy off leash and watched her.  Within a minute, she had found vital organs, so I leashed her up and took her away.  I praised her for a good job.  I advised the owners that they really shouldn't look any further, since we had a positive ID on Cookie's jacket, and since she couldn't possibly be alive without those organs.  I took Kelsy back up to the street to give her the full reward of cheese and playing fetch with her ball.  The full search was less than 10 minutes, and less than 150 yards.  I had advised the owners that a search would probably not be helpful, but it turned out I was wrong.  They never would have looked down there because Cookie could not have climbed over those logs.  Kelsy's nose gave them the positive proof to know what happened to Cookie.  They were deeply saddened, of course, but they were thankful for Kelsy.  They both threw the ball for her, to give her her reward for a job well done.

This case was very similar to the situation with Casey, in Auburn, last summer.  He was also small, looked very similar, and had been let out in his own back yard while the owner was only a few yards away.  He disappeared in minutes, also, and his remains were also found less than 100 yards away.  The vital organs left behind were even the same.  After that find, Kelsy seemed to have nightmares the following night.  This time, she didn't have any nightmares as far as I know.  Still, even though she was rewarded for her good work, I could tell that she wasn't as happy as she is when she finds a live dog. 

This was Kelsy's fourth walk-up find in 52 searches, but it was hard to be happy about her success when the result was bad news for Cookie's family.

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