Yah! So now I will bombard you with pictures of our Sweet Boy. Some of these pictures were taken a while ago, and some only a couple months. (I still don’t have that new battery for the camera…Christmas Present Idea! [Lithium battery for a Nikon Coolpix 2100, please])
I just had a realization about something…all these pictures of Harper I’m taking…what will it be like when I have babies to capture in the digital media? Scary thought Although, the world might be more interested in a photograph of my child than my beagle. Ah, well. I give what I have to give…don’t get any ideas, ladies.
I don’t know if any of you out there have a dog, but let me just tell you how much we love this little guy. Alot of people told us that Beagles are the WORST dog for apartment life because they howl all day long. Well let me put that myth to rest. This little critter did not make nary a SOUND for the first four months that he lived with us. I’m not kidding! We thought we got a disabled pet. Some breeder…sells us a mute dog. When he finally did test his vocal chords, he did it initially to warn us that a strange looking person was coming down the outside steps to our apartment. Then it was the occasional ‘huramph’, the test, if you will, to make sure that sound could still escape that mouth. Now, he barks and howls (short little funny howls where he looks exactly like Snoopy with his snout up in the air) only when Josh or I really get him going. Racing around the house, tackling him and rubbing his stomach, those sorts of things. He might let out an occasional whimper here and there, especially if we are not being attentive enough to realize that his bathroom break has arrived, but other than that- not a peep. And you wonder why we call him Sweet Boy. The dog that defies his breed characteristics.
This picture is of him when we barely knew eachother. I think it was his second or third night. I put a cozy blanket in his cage and apparently he didn’t want it there. He hadn’t even seen it before, but it was love at first sight for this little guy. He whimpered and sniffed and whined and won. He got his blanket. I had to trick him out of the room just to be able to put it into his cage before I left each morning. I still do. The blanket has survived, with a few new holes.
