Karin Goin is licensed private investigator and MAR (Missing Animal Recovery) graduate who resides in the Depew, Ok. area which is about 1/2 way between Tulsa and Oklahoma City. By utilizing her investigative skills, animal behavior profiling and escape scenario breakdown, she is able to “drill down” to the most likely scenario a pet may have experienced when he/she went missing. In addition, Karin has a high success rate with over the phone coaching and consultations for pet owners motivated to pursue a comprehensive and economical search for their pet. She also travels on location and with the help of her K9 pet detection dogs, Cade and Boone; she is able to offer a unique service to her many clients across the country. Karin and her canine crew have been featured in national magazines and on TV news segments. Go to www.missingpetpi.comor call toll free 866-251-1599 for further information.
I have personally worked with Karin on a few cases and found her to be most personable and a great at what she does. Although Karin is very intuitive she does not profess to be an animal communicator parse, but she certainly connects with the lost animals in the same way. I asked Karin to tell her story in her own words and I have included that story below.
Losing Jack and Finding a new life
How I became a Pet Detective.
By Karin Chockley Goin
I certainly didn’t know it was destiny calling on that stormy night two years ago. From the first clap of thunder, I knew something had happened to my dear friend Jack. Little did I know this awful night would forever change my life and what I had planned for my future.
When I moved to Oklahoma, the ranch I purchased had two free wheeling country dogs living on it. They belonged to no one and they felt they not only owned the place but ran it, too. One of the dogs was a heeler cross and we became buds and compatriots. It was an unlikely match. As a K9 search and rescue handler I was used to obedience and working together with my canine companions. Jack, as I called him, did not do anything obedient and would allow some petting and companionship when he was not busy chasing rabbits or moles all over the countryside. He elected to stay living at the ranch and he made it clear that we should feel lucky he decided to stick around. I have to admit I was glad he did. He became my friend and I never felt I owned or controlled what he did.
In February of that first year, we had the worst storm I have ever experienced. At the first clap of thunder, I had a spontaneous vision of Jack trying to cross the river. I knew right away that something had happened. My family thought I was crazy as I ran up and down the pastures in gale force winds and rain, screaming for him. This was Jack, the country dog, he knew his way around storms and thunder and lightning but I knew somewhere deep inside me that he was in trouble.
He didn't show up for dinner and I spent most of the night driving, hiking and calling for him. He was not on the porch the next morning and I woke with a grief and panic unlike anything I have ever experienced. I had lost family members and friends but I had never experienced the grief and depression I was feeling that morning. I was inconsolable and unable to do anything, including look for him.
When my thoughts began to clear I realized, I was a licensed private investigator with a trained search dog and I had no idea how to find my missing friend. My search and rescue dog had been trained not to ever follow the scent of an animal and his training held; he would only look for people not Jack. I was a mess and did not know what to do beyond the “normal stuff everyone does”. I did not find Jack and I was convinced that he had been killed in the river trying to scamper back to the ranch house.
That night opened my eyes, and everything I had ever done or learned had prepared me for the change I was about to make, however at the time it was the last thing on my mind.
From the time I was seven, when other little girls were playing with Barbie’s and baby dolls, I was in my backyard pretending that me and my dog, Ace were performing in obedience trials at Madison Square Garden. By third grade, I had memorized all the breeds in the American Kennel Club registry and Ace could perform all the required tasks to earn a CDX title. He was of course a mutt and I was only eight years old with a mother who not only did not like animals but was also deathly afraid of them. I was destined to have a childhood with “periodic pets” but none that ever got to stay very long. My parents always thought that I was just going through a phase, but the years stretched on and my love for animals only grew. The first thing I did when I moved out on my own was to buy a couch and a dog, and not in that order.
In 1996 I began my education and career in private investigation. I like most PI’s was ready to go into the world and do background checks and surveillance of the unsuspecting. It was a glorious achievement but the feeling was short lived when I discovered that after all my education and training, the actual practice of investigating people was not enjoyable and did not set well with my ethics and moral code. It was a frustrating feeling which I soothed by volunteering for a Search and Rescue unit. Within a month I had been introduced to the K9 unit and was hooked. I had my first search dog in training by my second month with the team. It was everything I had always wanted, sharing a partnership with my dog in the great outdoors and helping people at the same time.
When I bought the ranch I had every intention of returning to search and rescue once I got the ranch up and running.
Then came that awful night in February, it changed everything and when I could finally breathe, I realized I had found my calling. I would research and learn everything I could about lost pet behavior and the various scenarios surrounding a pet’s disappearance
Jack did finally find his way home but not because of my fantastic investigative skills or through anything other than an act of God. In what could surely be an episode out of Lassie comes home, Jack returned after living through:
Being washed down the river one and half miles and getting picked up by a passing motorist who then lost him in a town 10 miles away the next day. The dog catcher then found him and brought him to his shelter. I talked with the man but never went down to his little shelter. Jack was there, but I was calling him a heeler and animal control was calling him a corgi cross. (I learned my first important pet finding lesson; always go to the shelter yourself). Finally, Jack was on the table about to be put to sleep when a rancher walked in and said, “Let me take the little dog,” and he and the vet tech snuck Jack out the back door. The records still show that Jack was put to sleep that day!
The rancher lived 50 miles north of me and I did not know him nor did he know of me. If it was not for my blacksmith, who was at the big ranch up north four months later, I would have went to my grave thinking Jack had died in that river. He didn't and when I went to pick him up, he looked at me as if to say, “What took you so long?” He jumped in my truck and refused to come out. He lives at the ranch today.
Within a month of Jack's return, I was studying behavior and planning how to train a dog in the search and rescue of missing pets. I owe it all to Jack.
Karin Goin is the owner of 7th Scent Private Investigations. She and her crew of canine search dogs travel the country finding missing and lost pets. She also offers coaching by phone for pet owners interested in conducting their own search for their missing pet. You can find them on the web at www.missingpetpi.com or call toll free 866-251-1599. You can email: karin@missingpetpi.com
To read the whole newsletter: Pet Detctives
Jul 6, 2009
Pet Detectives
Judi always thought that Pet Detectives were great and I am going to reprint some of the newsletters here.
Karin Goin is licensed private investigator and MAR (Missing Animal Recovery) graduate who resides in the Depew, Ok. area which is about 1/2 way between Tulsa and Oklahoma City. By utilizing her investigative skills, animal behavior profiling and escape scenario breakdown, she is able to “drill down” to the most likely scenario a pet may have experienced when he/she went missing. In addition, Karin has a high success rate with over the phone coaching and consultations for pet owners motivated to pursue a comprehensive and economical search for their pet. She also travels on location and with the help of her K9 pet detection dogs, Cade and Boone; she is able to offer a unique service to her many clients across the country. Karin and her canine crew have been featured in national magazines and on TV news segments. Go to www.missingpetpi.comor call toll free 866-251-1599 for further information.
I have personally worked with Karin on a few cases and found her to be most personable and a great at what she does. Although Karin is very intuitive she does not profess to be an animal communicator parse, but she certainly connects with the lost animals in the same way. I asked Karin to tell her story in her own words and I have included that story below.
Losing Jack and Finding a new life
How I became a Pet Detective.
By Karin Chockley Goin
I certainly didn’t know it was destiny calling on that stormy night two years ago. From the first clap of thunder, I knew something had happened to my dear friend Jack. Little did I know this awful night would forever change my life and what I had planned for my future.
When I moved to Oklahoma, the ranch I purchased had two free wheeling country dogs living on it. They belonged to no one and they felt they not only owned the place but ran it, too. One of the dogs was a heeler cross and we became buds and compatriots. It was an unlikely match. As a K9 search and rescue handler I was used to obedience and working together with my canine companions. Jack, as I called him, did not do anything obedient and would allow some petting and companionship when he was not busy chasing rabbits or moles all over the countryside. He elected to stay living at the ranch and he made it clear that we should feel lucky he decided to stick around. I have to admit I was glad he did. He became my friend and I never felt I owned or controlled what he did.
In February of that first year, we had the worst storm I have ever experienced. At the first clap of thunder, I had a spontaneous vision of Jack trying to cross the river. I knew right away that something had happened. My family thought I was crazy as I ran up and down the pastures in gale force winds and rain, screaming for him. This was Jack, the country dog, he knew his way around storms and thunder and lightning but I knew somewhere deep inside me that he was in trouble.
He didn't show up for dinner and I spent most of the night driving, hiking and calling for him. He was not on the porch the next morning and I woke with a grief and panic unlike anything I have ever experienced. I had lost family members and friends but I had never experienced the grief and depression I was feeling that morning. I was inconsolable and unable to do anything, including look for him.
When my thoughts began to clear I realized, I was a licensed private investigator with a trained search dog and I had no idea how to find my missing friend. My search and rescue dog had been trained not to ever follow the scent of an animal and his training held; he would only look for people not Jack. I was a mess and did not know what to do beyond the “normal stuff everyone does”. I did not find Jack and I was convinced that he had been killed in the river trying to scamper back to the ranch house.
That night opened my eyes, and everything I had ever done or learned had prepared me for the change I was about to make, however at the time it was the last thing on my mind.
From the time I was seven, when other little girls were playing with Barbie’s and baby dolls, I was in my backyard pretending that me and my dog, Ace were performing in obedience trials at Madison Square Garden. By third grade, I had memorized all the breeds in the American Kennel Club registry and Ace could perform all the required tasks to earn a CDX title. He was of course a mutt and I was only eight years old with a mother who not only did not like animals but was also deathly afraid of them. I was destined to have a childhood with “periodic pets” but none that ever got to stay very long. My parents always thought that I was just going through a phase, but the years stretched on and my love for animals only grew. The first thing I did when I moved out on my own was to buy a couch and a dog, and not in that order.
In 1996 I began my education and career in private investigation. I like most PI’s was ready to go into the world and do background checks and surveillance of the unsuspecting. It was a glorious achievement but the feeling was short lived when I discovered that after all my education and training, the actual practice of investigating people was not enjoyable and did not set well with my ethics and moral code. It was a frustrating feeling which I soothed by volunteering for a Search and Rescue unit. Within a month I had been introduced to the K9 unit and was hooked. I had my first search dog in training by my second month with the team. It was everything I had always wanted, sharing a partnership with my dog in the great outdoors and helping people at the same time.
When I bought the ranch I had every intention of returning to search and rescue once I got the ranch up and running.
Then came that awful night in February, it changed everything and when I could finally breathe, I realized I had found my calling. I would research and learn everything I could about lost pet behavior and the various scenarios surrounding a pet’s disappearance
Jack did finally find his way home but not because of my fantastic investigative skills or through anything other than an act of God. In what could surely be an episode out of Lassie comes home, Jack returned after living through:
Being washed down the river one and half miles and getting picked up by a passing motorist who then lost him in a town 10 miles away the next day. The dog catcher then found him and brought him to his shelter. I talked with the man but never went down to his little shelter. Jack was there, but I was calling him a heeler and animal control was calling him a corgi cross. (I learned my first important pet finding lesson; always go to the shelter yourself). Finally, Jack was on the table about to be put to sleep when a rancher walked in and said, “Let me take the little dog,” and he and the vet tech snuck Jack out the back door. The records still show that Jack was put to sleep that day!
The rancher lived 50 miles north of me and I did not know him nor did he know of me. If it was not for my blacksmith, who was at the big ranch up north four months later, I would have went to my grave thinking Jack had died in that river. He didn't and when I went to pick him up, he looked at me as if to say, “What took you so long?” He jumped in my truck and refused to come out. He lives at the ranch today.
Within a month of Jack's return, I was studying behavior and planning how to train a dog in the search and rescue of missing pets. I owe it all to Jack.
Karin Goin is the owner of 7th Scent Private Investigations. She and her crew of canine search dogs travel the country finding missing and lost pets. She also offers coaching by phone for pet owners interested in conducting their own search for their missing pet. You can find them on the web at www.missingpetpi.com or call toll free 866-251-1599. You can email: karin@missingpetpi.com
To read the whole newsletter: Pet Detctives
Karin Goin is licensed private investigator and MAR (Missing Animal Recovery) graduate who resides in the Depew, Ok. area which is about 1/2 way between Tulsa and Oklahoma City. By utilizing her investigative skills, animal behavior profiling and escape scenario breakdown, she is able to “drill down” to the most likely scenario a pet may have experienced when he/she went missing. In addition, Karin has a high success rate with over the phone coaching and consultations for pet owners motivated to pursue a comprehensive and economical search for their pet. She also travels on location and with the help of her K9 pet detection dogs, Cade and Boone; she is able to offer a unique service to her many clients across the country. Karin and her canine crew have been featured in national magazines and on TV news segments. Go to www.missingpetpi.comor call toll free 866-251-1599 for further information.
I have personally worked with Karin on a few cases and found her to be most personable and a great at what she does. Although Karin is very intuitive she does not profess to be an animal communicator parse, but she certainly connects with the lost animals in the same way. I asked Karin to tell her story in her own words and I have included that story below.
Losing Jack and Finding a new life
How I became a Pet Detective.
By Karin Chockley Goin
I certainly didn’t know it was destiny calling on that stormy night two years ago. From the first clap of thunder, I knew something had happened to my dear friend Jack. Little did I know this awful night would forever change my life and what I had planned for my future.
When I moved to Oklahoma, the ranch I purchased had two free wheeling country dogs living on it. They belonged to no one and they felt they not only owned the place but ran it, too. One of the dogs was a heeler cross and we became buds and compatriots. It was an unlikely match. As a K9 search and rescue handler I was used to obedience and working together with my canine companions. Jack, as I called him, did not do anything obedient and would allow some petting and companionship when he was not busy chasing rabbits or moles all over the countryside. He elected to stay living at the ranch and he made it clear that we should feel lucky he decided to stick around. I have to admit I was glad he did. He became my friend and I never felt I owned or controlled what he did.
In February of that first year, we had the worst storm I have ever experienced. At the first clap of thunder, I had a spontaneous vision of Jack trying to cross the river. I knew right away that something had happened. My family thought I was crazy as I ran up and down the pastures in gale force winds and rain, screaming for him. This was Jack, the country dog, he knew his way around storms and thunder and lightning but I knew somewhere deep inside me that he was in trouble.
He didn't show up for dinner and I spent most of the night driving, hiking and calling for him. He was not on the porch the next morning and I woke with a grief and panic unlike anything I have ever experienced. I had lost family members and friends but I had never experienced the grief and depression I was feeling that morning. I was inconsolable and unable to do anything, including look for him.
When my thoughts began to clear I realized, I was a licensed private investigator with a trained search dog and I had no idea how to find my missing friend. My search and rescue dog had been trained not to ever follow the scent of an animal and his training held; he would only look for people not Jack. I was a mess and did not know what to do beyond the “normal stuff everyone does”. I did not find Jack and I was convinced that he had been killed in the river trying to scamper back to the ranch house.
That night opened my eyes, and everything I had ever done or learned had prepared me for the change I was about to make, however at the time it was the last thing on my mind.
From the time I was seven, when other little girls were playing with Barbie’s and baby dolls, I was in my backyard pretending that me and my dog, Ace were performing in obedience trials at Madison Square Garden. By third grade, I had memorized all the breeds in the American Kennel Club registry and Ace could perform all the required tasks to earn a CDX title. He was of course a mutt and I was only eight years old with a mother who not only did not like animals but was also deathly afraid of them. I was destined to have a childhood with “periodic pets” but none that ever got to stay very long. My parents always thought that I was just going through a phase, but the years stretched on and my love for animals only grew. The first thing I did when I moved out on my own was to buy a couch and a dog, and not in that order.
In 1996 I began my education and career in private investigation. I like most PI’s was ready to go into the world and do background checks and surveillance of the unsuspecting. It was a glorious achievement but the feeling was short lived when I discovered that after all my education and training, the actual practice of investigating people was not enjoyable and did not set well with my ethics and moral code. It was a frustrating feeling which I soothed by volunteering for a Search and Rescue unit. Within a month I had been introduced to the K9 unit and was hooked. I had my first search dog in training by my second month with the team. It was everything I had always wanted, sharing a partnership with my dog in the great outdoors and helping people at the same time.
When I bought the ranch I had every intention of returning to search and rescue once I got the ranch up and running.
Then came that awful night in February, it changed everything and when I could finally breathe, I realized I had found my calling. I would research and learn everything I could about lost pet behavior and the various scenarios surrounding a pet’s disappearance
Jack did finally find his way home but not because of my fantastic investigative skills or through anything other than an act of God. In what could surely be an episode out of Lassie comes home, Jack returned after living through:
Being washed down the river one and half miles and getting picked up by a passing motorist who then lost him in a town 10 miles away the next day. The dog catcher then found him and brought him to his shelter. I talked with the man but never went down to his little shelter. Jack was there, but I was calling him a heeler and animal control was calling him a corgi cross. (I learned my first important pet finding lesson; always go to the shelter yourself). Finally, Jack was on the table about to be put to sleep when a rancher walked in and said, “Let me take the little dog,” and he and the vet tech snuck Jack out the back door. The records still show that Jack was put to sleep that day!
The rancher lived 50 miles north of me and I did not know him nor did he know of me. If it was not for my blacksmith, who was at the big ranch up north four months later, I would have went to my grave thinking Jack had died in that river. He didn't and when I went to pick him up, he looked at me as if to say, “What took you so long?” He jumped in my truck and refused to come out. He lives at the ranch today.
Within a month of Jack's return, I was studying behavior and planning how to train a dog in the search and rescue of missing pets. I owe it all to Jack.
Karin Goin is the owner of 7th Scent Private Investigations. She and her crew of canine search dogs travel the country finding missing and lost pets. She also offers coaching by phone for pet owners interested in conducting their own search for their missing pet. You can find them on the web at www.missingpetpi.com or call toll free 866-251-1599. You can email: karin@missingpetpi.com
To read the whole newsletter: Pet Detctives
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