I had never heard of mountain hunting in Bavaria before my partner, Anton, came up with one. We used to have two black Labradors, a terrier and two cats. As far as I was concerned, our animal family was complete.

All our animals worked. The two Labradors worked with Anton during the bird season to retrieve pheasants, roosters, hooks and ducks. The terrier would catch each mouse around our farm, and the cats would catch the mice and place their headless bodies on the steps in front of us. However, Anton felt that there was room for another animal in our backpack. A Bavarian hound to help him track live and injured deer during deer season. Similar to a beagle, but reddish brown with a black face, has a short coat and weighs about 70 pounds when fully grown. Predators use this breed when they are tracking deer for shooting or when they injure a deer but it is still able to run. They are bred to track deer in the Bavarian mountains and can track injured deer for miles.

I was very convinced. The animals we already had were expensive and very hard working, though rewarding. The Bavarian Hills are relatively new to Ireland, so it was difficult to find other people to ask questions about the breed. I researched as much as I could online and while I could not find anything objectionable about them, I have not sold yet. Given that they are a rare breed in Ireland, we knew we had to be on the waiting list if we wanted one. Anton made initial calls and was disappointed to find that there were few breeders in Ireland and that their puppies were all booked for that year. I was relieved because it meant I had more time to make sure this race was for us. I had some specific concerns about race. First, we live in a rural community, and I read that if you smell something, they are unreliable. We let our dogs run freely around our house, and I was afraid that a Bavarian hound would run too far or, worse, chase the neighboring sheep.

We went on with our lives and got the dog out of our minds. A few weeks later, a breeder from Northern Ireland contacted Anton. He was discouraged by someone who had booked a male puppy and wanted to know if we were interested. We talked about it for a few days and Anton had a long conversation with the breeder and we finally decided to go for it. The puppy was eight weeks old when we decided to look for him. The breeder advised us to name him now and collect him at sixteen weeks, so that he could do basic training with him. He also invited Anton for a day of hunting so he could see the work of his mother and father. We were both happy with this arrangement and decided to name our new addition Riley.

A few weeks later, Anton traveled to Northern Ireland to collect Riley. He met his mother, Heidi, and his father, Alfie, and spent some time with the breeder about our new pet. When they got home, I met Riley at the door and immediately fell in love. At first, he followed me into the living room with a grudge and shyness and crawled into my lap.

Riley is definitely not what I expected this breed to be. All the research I did before bringing him home was helpful, but I had more to learn. She was lovable like all puppies, with her big dark face and awkward long legs. As we did with all our puppies, we kept him with us for the first few days. Unlike our other puppies, Riley was very calm and not prone to the random thrills we experienced with Labradors and Terriers. He loved our company and, unlike the crazy Beagle dog I was expecting, was lazy and liked to sit by the fire. At night, he went with his pen to our kennel with the other dogs and did not cry or bark. It was far from the separation anxiety that all our other dogs had experienced, and in short, I could not believe my luck.

Our first insight into the negative characteristics of race was a few days after Riley was brought home. He was very calm and did not seem to be suffering from anxiety while in the pen at night, so we had no idea that we would leave him alone in our living room to go shopping. We drew our curtains so that the cats could not bother him through the window and left on our short trip. This was a big mistake. When we got home, I immediately noticed that the curtains were now open. On closer inspection, they were not opened. They were torn in half. Yes, our wonderful, calm, quiet and calm puppy was actually a normal puppy.

Riley is now almost a year old and is my favorite Bavarian Hound. He is loyal, intelligent and a great hunter for Anton. They tracked down a lot of deer this season, and while he is lazy and likes to sit by the fire in the house, when he hunts, he is committed and engaged and can walk miles. As he showed by removing my beautiful curtains, he hates loneliness and is very destructive when left alone for long. As I write this, he has gathered around me and put his head on my shoulder. He is very loyal and loving to his owners, as is usual in the breed. He gets along with other dogs, but he definitely sees himself more as a human than a dog, and seeks human companionship on top of the dog. His hunting instinct means that poor cats will be chased if they cross his path, but he is gentle and kind to children. He is not a guard dog, where Labradors and Terriers bark loudly at the house, if anyone hears outside, he can hardly lift his head from the bed.

If you are looking to add a Bavarian mountain hill to your family, there are a few things to keep in mind. Are you interested in hunting? These dogs have a stimulant odor and are hunted in nature. They enjoy tracking the most in all kinds of games and sports. Do you have a lot of time to spend daily with the dog? This breed praises their owners and they are very upset when they can not be with them. Can you commit to loving and caring for a dog for fourteen years? If you can answer yes to these questions and decide to choose a Bavarian hound, you will find yourself a loyal and loving companion in the years to come. Adding Riley to our family was one of the best decisions we have ever made, I hope this article will help you make the right decision for your pet family.

Source by Laura Regan