I am not really sure this qualifies as a Beagle Discussion, but I didn't know where else to put it, so here I go...
It's mid-evening which means it is time for Leo to take a walk. So I put on his leash and we go outside. It is a beautiful evening with a slight breeze. Naturally, a rather interesting smell reaches Leo's nose, and we start off. We did not even reach the end of my 6-foot front yard when Leo finds the source of the smell. A lovely dead bird deposited by my new neighbor's outdoor stray cat just promoted to being a pet stray cat.
After rangling Leo from the decaying bird, we continue on our walk when Leo's nose catches another smell (now please don't think my frustrations are with Leo's nose, that is not the issue at all.) As we casually stroll along, Leo's nose is glued to the ground searching for the source of the smell when we chance upon an unidentified dog poo. I try as a respectable dog owner to always clean up after my pet. But you can't help get frustrated with other pet owners when you have a scent hound you can't help but sniff from pile to pile.
After giving Leo the leave it command after what seems like a never ending supply of poo, we finally reach the park. We are minding our own business and romping in the flowers. Then, out of nowhere, a Doberman Pincher shows up, hair raised, bounding up to Leo. No owner in sight. Finally a man, calling Here girl, come here, approaches the Doberman. The dog could give a ruby rat's you-know-what about what this man is saying to her, and in an attempt to get away from him tramples over my puppy. The man takes her by the collar, pulls her away, and apologizes, promptly releasing her collar and letting her continue to roam uncontrollably. It took every fiber of my being not to say, You know, they make these wonderful inventions now-a-days called a leash, you might try using one!
In the end, Leo did get his walk, but I was so angry with the lack of consideration of others that I didn't feel like I had even accomplished anything! AHHHHHHHH!
It's mid-evening which means it is time for Leo to take a walk. So I put on his leash and we go outside. It is a beautiful evening with a slight breeze. Naturally, a rather interesting smell reaches Leo's nose, and we start off. We did not even reach the end of my 6-foot front yard when Leo finds the source of the smell. A lovely dead bird deposited by my new neighbor's outdoor stray cat just promoted to being a pet stray cat.
After rangling Leo from the decaying bird, we continue on our walk when Leo's nose catches another smell (now please don't think my frustrations are with Leo's nose, that is not the issue at all.) As we casually stroll along, Leo's nose is glued to the ground searching for the source of the smell when we chance upon an unidentified dog poo. I try as a respectable dog owner to always clean up after my pet. But you can't help get frustrated with other pet owners when you have a scent hound you can't help but sniff from pile to pile.
After giving Leo the leave it command after what seems like a never ending supply of poo, we finally reach the park. We are minding our own business and romping in the flowers. Then, out of nowhere, a Doberman Pincher shows up, hair raised, bounding up to Leo. No owner in sight. Finally a man, calling Here girl, come here, approaches the Doberman. The dog could give a ruby rat's you-know-what about what this man is saying to her, and in an attempt to get away from him tramples over my puppy. The man takes her by the collar, pulls her away, and apologizes, promptly releasing her collar and letting her continue to roam uncontrollably. It took every fiber of my being not to say, You know, they make these wonderful inventions now-a-days called a leash, you might try using one!
In the end, Leo did get his walk, but I was so angry with the lack of consideration of others that I didn't feel like I had even accomplished anything! AHHHHHHHH!
