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I had been away (from the computer) for about two weeks and got back just now. There's so much reading to catch up /forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/laugh.gif but let me start with the latest episode in Boeing's daily life /forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/smile.gif
The other day I took him out for an after-dinner walk. We were passing this neighbor's house when Boeing suddenly stopped walking to poke his head inside their front door. They must be eating something because I could hear the clanking of spoons and plates. Boeing must have smelled food, too. I tried to pull him away from there but he refused to budge and pushed his head further in. To make matter worse, he barked so loud as to let them know of his presence. Sure enough, the lady of the house came out and when she saw him, tail wagging, tongue hanging out, drooling and panting, she said, "He must be hungry. He knows we're having food. Wait here and I'll give you a piece." I said, "No, thank you. Please, he just ate." But she disappeared inside the house. Now to the beagle I hissed "Get moving, you beggar!!" The little beggar simply sat on the sidewalk and looked at me like I was the one trying to make a scene. I tugged and pulled at his leash but he was so stubborn. Just then the lady came out with her daughter (both are dog lovers, thank goodness!), who was holding a small piece of roast chicken in her hand. She asked me if I would allow Boeing to have it. Seeing it was a small piece, I gave in. But we all know what beagles are like with food, right? One little piece is really nothing to him. Boeing started to behave like he had never seen food in his entire life and the girl was going to get more for him. I had to tell her that one piece was enough and that they'd better go back to their dinner. I thanked them before they went back inside. Now, the little beggar, seeing he wouldn't get any more of that delicious chicken, started his trademark barking again, only louder. He sat there persistently, butt glued to the ground, and however hard I pulled he wouldn't move. Finally I lifted him up and walked a few steps away before I put him down again. Once on the ground, he turned around and started to run back to that house. I had to pick him up again and walk the rest of the way home, with the beagle squirming and barking plaintively in my arms. What a scene we made to passing cars and people walking by!!! Once home, he looked at me like I was the meanest person in the world and went to his favorite corner to sulk.
The other day I took him out for an after-dinner walk. We were passing this neighbor's house when Boeing suddenly stopped walking to poke his head inside their front door. They must be eating something because I could hear the clanking of spoons and plates. Boeing must have smelled food, too. I tried to pull him away from there but he refused to budge and pushed his head further in. To make matter worse, he barked so loud as to let them know of his presence. Sure enough, the lady of the house came out and when she saw him, tail wagging, tongue hanging out, drooling and panting, she said, "He must be hungry. He knows we're having food. Wait here and I'll give you a piece." I said, "No, thank you. Please, he just ate." But she disappeared inside the house. Now to the beagle I hissed "Get moving, you beggar!!" The little beggar simply sat on the sidewalk and looked at me like I was the one trying to make a scene. I tugged and pulled at his leash but he was so stubborn. Just then the lady came out with her daughter (both are dog lovers, thank goodness!), who was holding a small piece of roast chicken in her hand. She asked me if I would allow Boeing to have it. Seeing it was a small piece, I gave in. But we all know what beagles are like with food, right? One little piece is really nothing to him. Boeing started to behave like he had never seen food in his entire life and the girl was going to get more for him. I had to tell her that one piece was enough and that they'd better go back to their dinner. I thanked them before they went back inside. Now, the little beggar, seeing he wouldn't get any more of that delicious chicken, started his trademark barking again, only louder. He sat there persistently, butt glued to the ground, and however hard I pulled he wouldn't move. Finally I lifted him up and walked a few steps away before I put him down again. Once on the ground, he turned around and started to run back to that house. I had to pick him up again and walk the rest of the way home, with the beagle squirming and barking plaintively in my arms. What a scene we made to passing cars and people walking by!!! Once home, he looked at me like I was the meanest person in the world and went to his favorite corner to sulk.
