Sunday, March 18, 2007

A Sunday evening visitor



I looked out and saw this little fellow walking in front of the house. I went out and called him and he came over joyfully wagging his tail. I invited him in, and he stayed a couple hours until his people came home. His name is Jake. I gave him dog biscuits, and pita bread (left over from that hummus), and a bowl of dog chow, and water. Those Beagles are hard working dogs, you know. :<) He couldn't have been sweeter.

9 comments:

  1. I am so glad he wandered your way and you were able to give him some TLC until his people got him!!! Are they going to be more careful now?

    ReplyDelete
  2. Well... he IS a Beagle. :<) They do tend to run off following their noses. The story yesterday is that he and another Beagle ran after some rabbits. The other one came back. He actually had one of those tracer things on his collar. Years ago, another Beagle of this man's stopped by. Tom asked about him, and the man said he had died, and was buried under the apple tree. It was clear the man loves his dogs.

    ReplyDelete
  3. What a cutie! He was lucky to have found your kindness. Do you know where he is from?

    ReplyDelete
  4. Hi Heidi! Yeah, just down the road. Not too far at all, though I think Beagles can travel quite a ways if they are chasing a scent.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Awww...! He's so sweet. Our puppy is a "bolter." She's run off twice so far. I had a microchip implanted in her neck, after my daughter begged me to, to increase the likelihood she'll be found if she should run off chasing a squirrel again. Crazy dog...

    ReplyDelete
  6. What a sweetheart!! How nice he stopped by. By the sounds of it your place is a good doggy diner. ;o)

    By the way, Gladys Taber would have loved having that beagle stop by too. :o)

    ReplyDelete
  7. Aw, what a sweet pup. And how lucky he found you. :)

    ReplyDelete
  8. What a cutie! If I were wandering outside alone I'd hope to be invited into such a friendly place as yours, Nan!

    ReplyDelete
  9. Bluestalking reader, your dog is a Jack Russell, right? I'd be interested to know if and when the microchip works. This little Beagle who stopped by had one of those radio things on a collar. Seemed awfully heavy to me, but he didn't seem to mind a bit.

    Shelley, I'm sure you're right about Gladys. Were any of her dogs strays?

    Les, and Rapunzel, thanks. I was actually hoping the man would ask us to keep him. :<) I am such a sap for dogs.

    ReplyDelete

I am changing how I post your much appreciated comments. Since I began the blog, I've waited to post them until I had the opportunity to respond. Sometimes that has taken a while, so I've decided to moderate them and post them as soon as possible, and then I'll respond when I get a chance. Please do come back because I will answer all your notes to me.
Also, you may comment on any posts, no matter how old, and I will receive notice.