Monday, August 1, 2016

Dishwasher Helper



Beagles are opportunists. They are smart, funny, creatures of comfort, driven by smell and food, and they wait to capitalize on the perfect opportunity to get what it is they want. Take our Old Man Max for example, one can usually find him inconspicuously lounging around on the kitchen floor. Usually right beneath my feet either at the cutting board or to the left or right of the stove. He's waiting for something, anything to drop on the floor and then it shall be deemed his.


Wilson on the other hand, takes a more direct approach. When we sit down at the dinner table as a family to eat each night, Wilson will usually go take a nap in his bed. He starts to inch his way back toward the dining room once he hears chairs being pushed back, dishes and silverware clinking around in the sink, and then his cue . . . the dishwasher door snaps open! This is when he makes his move.


The ingenuity, focus, and sweet personalities make most beagles extremely dangerous creatures . . . They should all come with warning labels - 

CAUTION:  You will fall in love. 


Thursday, July 21, 2016

Wilson Misses His Mommy!


It never fails, as soon as I step out of the house to run errands, go out to dinner or walk to the mailbox, my handsome (and very silly) hound Wilson, makes a scene. He howls at the top of his lungs a sad, sad song of missing his Mom. It's pitiful really. 

Wilson came to us via the Tampa Bay Beagle Rescue back in December of 2013. He was a sweet, gentle, charismatic beagle back then and his howling routine was one of the things he showed off in the early days on the Dirty Dog Ranch.

He sings when a siren passes by, he sings when Mommy leaves the house, and he even sings in his sleep (a video I haven't captured yet) . . . all of our beagles on the DDR have quirks and particular traits, but Wilson is probably the most vocal. 

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Wilson and the Chickens


Wilson is our most curious beagle. He's really the "welcome committee" around here. We just brought home these six cute little chicks (ranging from 4 - 8 weeks old), and he's been pacing outside of their coop ever since. I'm not so sure whether he just wants to meet them or EAT them? He sits out front of the coop almost all day long. 


This is Wilson's usual behavior whenever we meet a new critter. We've met turtles, cats, kittens and armadillos, and once he is able to meet them face to face, he's like "humphf, okay . . . that's it, on to the next thing." It's the not-knowing and the not being able to sniff it out that I think gets him worked up. 

The chicks have to stay in the coop until they're much bigger, but once they reach 24 weeks, we'll start to let them out to roam the Ranch. Hopefully, he'll have his fill by then? Who knows? This will be entertaining and I will keep y'all posted!