November 15th, 2010
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.
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