STARK COUNTY — Years of training have come to fruition for a Stark County couple whose dog was named National Shoot to Retrieve Association’s 2023 Dog of the Year on Oct. 28. Dean and Kristy Goodall’s dog, Cowpie, a 5-year-oldGerman Shorthair, took home the honor despite a recent infection that left everyone wondering if she would even survive.
The NSTRA competition, which was held in Amo, Ind., included 192 dogs, Dean Goodall said. He is Cowpie’s handler during competitions.
“You’re facing the best dogs across the entire country and to come out the last dog standing, it’s just an incredible feeling,” Dean Goodall said. “We’ve been so close so many times. But to finally win one, it’s just a dream come true.”
During the trials, two dogs compete against each other at a time. They are put in blinds with their handlers while five birds are planted on 40 acres of land. The dogs then have 30 minutes to find the birds, he said.
“We walk the field, there’s two of us, side-by-side, and your dog has to actually hunt for it,” Kristy Goodall said. “Then, when they smell a bird, they have to stop and point. Once they establish point, they can’t take another step until the bird’s in the air.”
The handler kicks around, until the bird flies into the air and then they shoot the bird. Once the handler shoots, they are not supposed to move, she said.
“Then the dog has to go find the bird, pick it up, bring it in and put it in your hand,” Kristy Goodall said.
Judges score the dog on several criteria, including obedience and retrieval, she said.
During the trials, Dean Goodall could tell Cowpie didn’t have the lung capacity she once had, due to an infection she endured after she competed last year. He wasn’t sure she would be able to finish, let alone win.
“When you’re out hunting, your dogs always have their noses in the grass running full speed through the grass,” Kristy Goodall said. “It’s kind of known to happen where they suck those grass seeds down into their lung tissue. Instead of going down through their esophagus, it actually lands inside the lung, and it creates a huge infection.”
The only solution for Cowpie was surgery, which required a veterinarian to open her rib cage to operate on the infected lung tissue. The surgery couldn’t guarantee she would survive. After the procedure was complete, Cowpie was then isolated and confined for two months while she healed.
“She slowly recovered and then she got pregnant and had puppies last summer,” Dean Goodall said.
The couple started getting Cowpie back into shape when her puppies were old enough to be sold.
“A year ago at this time, I didn’t think she’d be alive,” Dean Goodall said. “Now a year later, here she is winning the trial that almost killed her.”
The Goodalls, who live on a farm near Dickinson, have nine dogs. They train eight of those dogs for hunting and competition.
“You know, you start hunting in September and you’re done in December, and what do you do with your dog the rest of the year?” Dean Goodall said. “National Shoot to Retrieve Association simulates hunting conditions in a trial setting, but it’s a very competitive trial situation.”
They have been competing in the NSTRA trials for more than a decade. Although he quit for a few years, Kristy encouraged him to get back into competing in dog trials.
“I have that competitive drive and I wasn’t going to do this unless I could do it at the very top level,” Dean Goodall said. “So we got after it and we took it serious and we started pushing ourselves and trialing all over and getting better dogs and training better. And pretty soon we were placing in almost every national trial.”
He said Kristy’s success in training horses helped drive them to continue doing better with their dogs.
“Kristy’s hit the top of the world in the horse world — she’s won five world titles in horses,” Dean Goodall said. “Cowpie has finished fourth in the performance national trial before. She’s won two regional championships and now she’s the first dog we’ve owned that’s won a national.”
They run their dogs regularly to help keep them in shape, they said. All their dogs are well trained from basic commands to hunting commands.
“In the fall I’ve been wild bird hunting after work every day that I can get out in the field,” Dean Goodall said. “We end up training our dogs against each other, but they get tired of competing against each other. They know it’s practice. There’s a big difference between the intensity of an actual trial and going out and practicing.”
When they do well during trials, the Goodalls often reward their dogs with a steak or other treat. However, they say the trials are a reward in themselves, since the dogs love to do it.
The day I turned 22 years old was sad because no one wished me a happy birthday
The day I turned 22 years previous will perpetually stay etched in my reminiscence, not due to the enjoyment and celebration one would usually affiliate with a birthday, however due to the deep sense of unhappiness and loneliness that enveloped me. It was a day like no different, because it turned painfully clear that nobody had wished me a cheerful birthday.
Birthdays are imagined to be a time of happiness, a day if you really feel liked and cherished by family and friends. They’re moments if you’re reminded of your significance within the lives of these round you. Nevertheless, because the clock ticked on my twenty second birthday, the shortage of well-wishes from family members weighed closely on my coronary heart.
The morning started like some other, with the solar rising within the sky, casting a heat glow by way of my window. I awakened with a way of anticipation, figuring out that it was my big day. I anticipated a flurry of messages, calls, and maybe even a shock celebration from family and friends.
Because the hours handed, I eagerly checked my telephone, anticipating the acquainted notifications of birthday needs. However to my shock, my telephone remained silent. No calls, no texts, and no social media notifications greeted me. I couldn’t assist however really feel a rising sense of disappointment and unhappiness.
I questioned whether or not I had someway misplaced contact with everybody, if my social media profiles had been malfunctioning, or if I had someway missed an vital element. I rechecked my birthdate on my profiles, hoping it was a easy oversight. However every part was so as. It was certainly my birthday, and but the day felt removed from particular.
Because the day continued, I watched the clock, my optimism fading with every passing minute. I believed again to the earlier birthdays, stuffed with laughter, hugs, and heat needs. They had been days of pure pleasure, spent with family members who made me really feel cherished and appreciated. However this yr was totally different.
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Within the age of know-how, social media performs a big position in celebrating birthdays. It’s a platform the place associates from everywhere in the world can ship their needs with a easy click on. Nevertheless, my social media feeds remained devoid of birthday greetings. The digital world, which often buzzed with exercise, appeared eerily silent on my big day.
The sense of loneliness grew because the day was night. It wasn’t simply concerning the absence of birthday needs; it was the absence of connection and human heat. I discovered myself pondering my price and place within the lives of these round me. Had I turn into so insignificant that my birthday went unnoticed by the individuals I cared about?
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Sooner or later, I contemplated reaching out to family and friends, virtually tempted to remind them that it was my birthday. However a way of pleasure held me again. I didn’t wish to search recognition or sympathy; I needed the needs to return from the guts, as they’d prior to now.
Because the day got here to a detailed, I noticed that birthdays are a novel time to mirror on the individuals who actually care about you. The absence of superficial greetings introduced a deeper understanding of the significant relationships in my life. Whereas the day had been marked by unhappiness, it additionally allowed me to understand the real connections and the love of those that had at all times been there for me.
The day I turned 22 years previous was undoubtedly a tragic one, but it surely served as a useful lesson within the significance of authenticity and the true that means of birthdays. It wasn’t concerning the amount of needs; it was concerning the high quality of the relationships that actually matter. And for that lesson, I’m perpetually grateful, even within the face of loneliness.
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