I bet you’ve noticed my long, droopy ears and loose skin, but did you know that they actually serve a pawticular purpose? Yep! When I’m chasing a scent, my long ears drag along the ground and pick up odors, making it easier for me to find a scent trail. Odors also get caught in my skin folds! I think more pups should embrace wrinkles!

Although my breed’s origins are shrouded in a bit of mystery, some people believe we date all the way back to the third century - wowza! Back then, a scholar named Aelian wrote about a scenthound with tracking powers unlike any other in the world. I hate to brag, but my nose is pretty pawesome! During the Medieval Era in Western Europe, my pawpularity soared. Noblemen and high-ranking church members would take us hunting for big game. We lived on the grounds of monasteries where we were bred by monks. In fact, the monks were so devoted to the practice of breeding that people joked our bloodline was aristocratic, earning us the name “blooded hounds.” Every year, the officials at the Abbey of Saint Hubert in Belgium gave the king of France a pair of us as gifts. Even to this day, we’re referred to as the St. Hubert Hound in France! Eventually, our reputation as puptastic mantrailers spread all across the world! In 1805, England’s Thrapston Association for the Prevention of Felons brough