Our tough dog, surveying all that he rules. This is in the woods next to the office, which is quite rocky, but has lots of trees. We flushed a fat ol' deer a little ways in but since I saw it first I was able to talk Raz out of chasing it. He *really* wants to chase it and I don't know how he manages to do so without breaking an ankle. When he's off chasing prey you can hear him in the distance, barking as if the prey has actually caught him and are slowly tearing out his entrails. Kind of tough to be a tough dog with a bark like that.