Chase was a former police bloodhound-turned-pet detective who was used exclusively to track lost dogs. Since 1999, Chase tracked down nine missing dogs. She primarily worked these cases from 1999 to 2007. Sadly, her search work was reduced in 2000 while Kat worked to form lost pet services through Missing Pet Partnership, the nonprofit organization that Kat founded.
One of Chase's finds was captured on film in 1999 by National Geographic Explorer after she tracked the scent of a lost Chihuahua named Ren to a park in San Jose, California. Chase also helped to locate a missing, injured Airedale named George, a story that is featured in The Lost Pet Chronicles. Chase loved soft, squeaky toys and her favorite toy was a stuffed monkey with long appendages. She did not howl like normal bloodhounds—instead she formed her lips into the shape of a Cheerio and would let out a series of "vvuuu, vvuuu, vvuuu" sounds (always in a series of three!).
Chase was humanely euthanized on April 2, 2008 due to cancer. She will be deeply missed. You can read Kat’s Tribute to Chase to learn more about this amazing dog.
Here is how Kat Albrecht describes Chase in her book (partial excerpt from The Lost Pet Chronicles):
By this time, my passion for working A.J. was intense enough that I knew I wanted to train a second bloodhound. Through some friends in Maryland, I obtained a four-month-old, wrinkly bloodhound puppy that I named Chase. She was a "red" female with four white, speckled paws and a splash of white on her chest that was a little larger than Rachel’s was. Technically, her color was called "liver" because she had amber colored eyes and the pigments around her eyes, lips, and nose were pink instead of black, but I would never have described her appearance with that term, because it sounded so resoundingly unattractive—something my adorable puppy was not. Instead, I referred to her color as "Lucille Ball-red."
Whereas A.J. was a sissy and was hesitant to walk through prickly, spiny berry vines, Chase would blaze a trail at a gallop, crashing through undergrowth as if nothing would stop her. She would naturally work with her nose deep and low to the ground, something that actually looked impressive but didn’t really mean much when it came to working a trailing dog. Chase didn’t really care about other people. Instead, she loved to receive praise and cheese from me and would do anything to please me.