BrownStone Chinooks is devoted to fostering the excellent health and wonderful temperament of Chinook dogs. Hard-working Chinooks excel in many activities such as agility, obedience, back yard play, hiking, dog powered sports, search and rescue, and as service dogs. The affectionate Chinook is an excellent family dog matching its activity level to that of its companions - be it strenuous exercise or snuggling on the couch.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter Flowers

This week a pair of jays built a nest in a rhody just outside the house. I can't wait until the eggs hatch and the rhody blooms and test my camera skills on pictures of the brilliant blue birds sitting within a flower haven. Rain is predicted for the next several days so I took advantage of the morning sun to get a closer glimpse of the nest.
Since I was out with the camera, I could not resist playing with exposures while taking pictures of the new spring flowers.
The fog was just lifting off the pond.
 The last daffodil.
The downside of my photo tour was that I could also see how overgrown my gardens are.
The remainder of this beautiful day will be spent pulling weeds.

Thursday, April 17, 2014


I searched the Thesaurus this morning for an adjective for Trask that relates to his constant need to have something in his mouth. But, I came up empty.
Even as a 4 week old puppy, he insisted on carrying on his Buck about rather than posing nicely with it.
Trask proudly parades around with his booty. He was briefly called Trash because spell-check automatically changes his name and his favorite treasurers are frequently from the wastebasket. The dogs all follow me into the bathroom. This week I have taken advantage of pet-me-time by plucking shedding fur clumps. I then deposit them in the wastebasket. Last night Dave was greeted at the door by a snout full of Chinook fur. Unfortunately, I did not have the camera. Trask was quite a sight. Dave was quite confused. I did get some other pictures from this week.
Trask checking out a bone he found.
 Trask helping me in the garden.
 Trask yesterday after his pursuit of a frog.
This morning, Trask scoffed my earring while waking me with kisses. Fortunately after proudly prancing about, he allows me to reach in his mouth to retrieve whatever he has brought to me.
Marleen just sent me this cartoon that sums Trask up:
Hmmm - maybe Trask the Scholar?

This afternoon Trask treated company to his favorite bone.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Lazy Sunday Morning

This is a very rare picture. Dave is never just sitting around in the sun reading the paper. But yesterday was that kind of a morning.
The dogs too took advantage of the warm sunshine.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Fast, Wet, Run

Sunshine! March was quite rainy, even for Oregon. Goals for our first sunny day in a while: plant blueberries; start my annual battle with weeds; and wear out Trask before going to class. (The happy boy is a social butterfly in class with the attention span of a fruit-fly. In human terms he would be the class clown with ADHD).
What better way to wear the dogs out than a long, hard run? The dogs are so familiar with the trails and run so fast, I need to drive the quad full speed just to keep up. I have no photo opportunities until we stop at the back pond over 1.5 miles away where they splash and play with abandon.
  Trask discovered blowing bubbles...
 and catching them in the air.
Once cooled and thirst quenched, we headed off on the long-way-home trail. The ground is saturated. All but the top of the ridges has standing water. Some of my quad tracks are now small streams.
By the time we got home, I was soaked and muddy, as were the dogs and quad. I love my cement floored mud room.
Trask was clean and dry when we got to class but still the active, class clown. However, all was not lost for the day. The blueberries are planted; the dogs had a fun, wet, run; and I waged a decent war with the spring weeds.

Sunday, March 30, 2014


Today was a typical Oregon spring day: pouring rain, hail and brilliant sun. I took this picture from my office window. The rainbow beckoned. I decided it was time to give the dogs a long run.
I called the dogs. Trask came to me drooling, huffing and whining. One look and I ran for the peanut butter and Benadryl and shoved them in his mouth. He was too swollen to lick the spoon. His whole body was hives under his vest. Before I took off for the E-vet, I checked around the house to see what he had gotten into. I couldn't find a thing - which was highly unusual since he is always getting into everything. All I can figure is that he tried to mouth a bee out in the kennel.
Trask at the E-vet one hour later after a double dose of Benadryl and steroid and epi shots. (This was the same E-vet where Willy died.)
Poor boy.
I have again checked the house and can't find anything (but the contents of the plastic recycling bin which the others got into and played with while we were at the E-vet).
Four hours later Trask still has monster jowls but the hives are gone. He was too restless to stay quietly in his crate and Koyuk continually bugged me to be in there with him so I let him out.
Rainbows always make me think of Willy. Was he watching over Trask? Was he telling me to check on Trask? Coincidence? Probably. I don't know. 

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Lost Dogs

The habitat property ridge is a dogleg L with the long, east/west ridge-line being about a mile. The north/south leg is about 1/2 mile. The ridge itself is 300-500 feet high elevation gained and lost. Normally I take the dogs parallel to the ridge for about a mile then up over the east end and drop down another 1/2 mile to the back pond. They take a swim to cool off and we return.
 The north side is lush.
 The south side is oak savanna.
By the time the dogs get down to the pond, they are more than ready to cool off.
Unfortunately there is a large, foul, well rotting, buck carcass not that far from the pond.
With a lot of coaxing I was able to call Cedar and Trask off of it and to the pond where they ensued in a great game of Chinook tag.
Finally Koyuk came down for a drink and to cool off.

As soon as she showed up, Trask and Cedar headed back to roll in the carcass.
Now I had three really smelly dogs and the inviting carcass to pass by on the way home. I decided to take the very long way home west along the ridge base; up to the top of the south leg; along that leg; back east along the top of the ridge then drop down again and the mile home. The dogs had never taken this route.
Before we headed out, I took them to a stream to hopefully wash some of the yuck off and make sure they were well hydrated.
 We are going up the dogleg.
Once we got to the top of the main ridge, the dogs caught scent of the carcass way down below. I snapped this picture not realizing it was the last I would see of them for a couple of hours. .
This ridge is way too steep to take the quad, thus the long distance from one side to the other. I fruitlessly whistled for 1/2 hour then rushed home; grabbed the cell phone; got more gas and headed out. But where to go? We weren't back to an area they knew when they took off. If they had gone down to the carcass as I suspected, would they take the normal route back home? Would they stick together? They were pretty tired by the time we got to the top of the main ridge and it was getting late. I called Dave and headed out on our normal run. No one on the carcass or at the pond. I then traced the long way up the dogleg ridge. Still no dogs. I went back to our normal trail and headed home. The happy, smelly, wet dogs were still panting heavily when I walked in. They had beat me by just enough to go inside the house and crash on our bed. There are times....