Chasing a Beagle

Freddie

Those of you who read Earnest Talks know about Shorty and his health issues.  Freddie, our other Beagle, came first, though.  He was born on December 1, 2003.  Gayle found him at Beagle Rescue on-line in  November 2004.  We drove to Oklahoma City to pick him up on New Year’s Eve of that same year.  Little did we know the lessons he was about to teach us.

Freddie is a sweet, loving, smart little half Beagle and half Corgie who looks like a Beagle.  Unfortunately for him he was born into a family that raised and showed Corgies, not Beagles.  We believe that he probably didn’t get a great deal of human attention in his first year of life.  He was immediately afraid of us when we met him in a service station parking lot that day.  He cowered under Gayle’s legs in the car all of the way back home.  He met one of our friends and our two other dogs at the end of our driveway that first night.  He snapped at both dogs and wanted no part of David.

The next few months were an exercise in patience (or lack thereof) for both Gayle and me.  Freddie was frightened of almost everything.  When we let him out into the back yard he might not come back inside for days.  One night I found myself chasing him around the back yard, in the dark, trying to force him into the house (and you could say I was not still in my work clothes.)  I’ve been around Beagles all my life.  I’ve never been able to chase and catch one.  That night was no exception but in my anger and frustration I tried anyway.
Many times we were ready to take him back to Oklahoma City.  Ultimately we didn’t because we couldn’t.  We were already in love with his innate sweetness and intelligence.

We slowly became more patient.  We loved him when we could and let him be when that was what he wanted.  He spent a lot time in the corner of the living room behind my recliner.  Back then we had group therapy every Wednesday night in our living room.  We asked the members of the group if they would allow Freddie to join.  They agreed and he began a year long stint in therapy.  In the early days he attended in his crate, but over time he slowly became acclimated to humans. We also used techniques we were learning from the Dog Whisperer TV show and slowly but surely were able to win his trust.  He still is a bit human shy when you first meet him, but he has become a much loved member of our family.  The grandkids love him too.  You should see him eat Cheerios from between our 3 year old grandson’s toes!

So what did we learn?  Don’t hurry relationships. Practice consistency and patience. Don’t allow frustration to overshadow the good points of a relationship.  In our lives, when we meet and fall in love with someone we often want to dive right into the relationship.  Like Freddie, the harder we chase the more frustrated we get and the farther we may push the relationship away from us.  It’s like chasing a Beagle.  We want to catch that relationship so badly we totally forget all we’ve learned in life. Relationships aren’t Beagles but they sure can seem like one when we are chasing them.

Must you have a furbaby to be a bona-fide May December Couple?

Of course, everything is better covered in fur!

"The Vigil"

The Vigil

(Posted by Gayle)

It’s seems this may (december) be true – and let me tell you

Yes we’ve had a few – and now there are just two

On day one she was a jet black baby of the night – only six inches of her barely in sight

Fur transformed from jet black to snow white  – 16 years and still she’s still willing to fight

The vigil was kept as mostly she slept – often we wept.

Shorty a post did he man – “let me keep her warm I know I can”

But letting go did not come easy – by morning we were queasy

Carry her to see Dr. B. – it was he and we who knew what must be

Little Queen Betty must go to her sleep -  and more we must weep

The beagles have lost their only sister – now they are just mister and mister

Tomorrow this couple of the gap  – celebrates 22 years of marriage without major mishap

She won’t be here to share in the love – instead she’ll have to watch from above

So much love we have to give – so much life we want to live

Many of us who are called May December – we are wise enough to remember

That giving birth to our own may not be right – and so it is with furry ones we will share our love and our light.

And soon we will say goodnight -  with one less baby to put to bed and it won’t seem right

We will remember who she was  – and know that living in our hearts she still does

There will always be a place – and we will never forget her face

"Betty 1992 - 2008"

Betty – 1992 – 2008

"Christmas 2007"

Christmas 2007

For the adventures of another May December couple with a furry baby named Monty check out Melissa C. Morris’ Blog

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This is what it looks like when Gayle is frying bacon.  No wonder they call bacon flavored dog treats Beggin Strips!

Our dogbabies beggin for bacon.

Chasing A Beagle (Volume 2)

Hey, dad, play with me!

(Posted by Ron)

If you have read my first Chasing A Beagle post, you know about Freddie.  He is a cute, intelligent and very active Borgie (half Beagle/half Corgie).  In the first post I was chasing him because I wanted to catch him.  I didn’t.  In this post I’m chasing him because he asks me to chase him.  I told you he is intelligent!

I have an office in the cottage at the back of our property.  When I leave the office each night Freddie is often waiting for me on a large raised flowerbed (once upon a time it had roses) that we call Mount St. Freddie.  He lowers his face to the ground with his behind sticking straight up and then he barks at me.  If I just walk by, which I often do, he continues to bark until I go into the house.  If he had more expression in his face I believe I would be able to see his disappointment as the door slides shut behind me.

If I stop and stomp my foot it’s “let the games begin” time!  He runs, circles me, and then comes close again to dare me to chase him.  When I do (or at least stomp my foot again and pretend to dart) he runs in circles, or doubles back on himself with the dirt flying or assumes his head low barking position and dares me to come after him again.  He will do this for as long as I stay with him.

Freddie is the only one of the three dogs that wants to play this way.  Betty is too old and infirm.  Although Shorty watches us and seems to be saying “I’m a love sponge and would rather lay all over you than have you chase me.  What you guys are doing is too much hard work.”  Each of them has his or her endearing qualities.  It just so happens that Freddie is the most vocal about his needs.

I enjoy this playtime.  I don’t do it often enough for either of us, though.  I’m too tired or busy or preoccupied to see that little face down in the dirt wanting just a little of my time.  I’ve been doing it more in the past few days.  This time chasing a Beagle is good for both of us, both physically and spiritually.  I wish Betty could play.


What do a little black dog and I have in common?

A Guest Post by Earnest D. Cember

There have been many pets in our lives but there is one that I am now watching as she ages. I see so much of what my aging is like as I watch her.  Her name is Betty. When I first saw her at the Humane Society I was immediately sure that she was the dog I wanted. She was one of a litter of puppies of a blond Cocker Spaniel mother. The folks at the Humane Society were sure her father was a Cocker Spaniel, too. I didn’t care. She fit in my hand and was as cute as could be.  She was also the only one in the litter that was black and had been born without a tail. Read the rest of this entry »