Monday woe is me

Even tho Shasta asked me to let her tattle on her big brother, I did tell her no – that was not the right thing to do really – a lady doesn’t tattle. She was not real happy about that and said that she wanted to get back at him for tattling on her – I told her that was not becoming of a lady like herself (I don’t think I convinced her).


Anyway, she wanted to tattle I mean tell you all about the cross-country journey that Shiloh took yesterday. Ok – before I go any further, I will tell you that both Beaglebratz are home safe & sound. But yep – within an hour after that post they did yesterday, Shiloh was out gallivanting in the neighborhood. He got out of the same place I thought I had just blocked – at least that is what it looked like, at first. Upon closer inspection, the escape route is right beside it – he has really messed up my chain-link fence between pushing it back and up – he didn’t have to dig, between pushing the fence out of his way and the nice slick ground cover – he soon wiggled his way out. And me not being able to run – well as they say, you know the rest of the story. However, I do have a permanent fix in mind – just need to arrange for the work to be done – a concrete base at the bottom of my fence line. Then, when my neighbor put up his fence, he left (why I have no idea because he has a privacy fence) there is around 4 – 5 inches between his and my fence – just enough space that when Shiloh wiggles out then all he has to do to gain freedom is follow that corridor to the wide open spaces. EXCEPT I am going to fasten gates at either end so that IF by some weird chance he ever does wiggle through again – I can just walk into that corridor and nab him.

But I just can’t figure it out – Shiloh is now 8 y.o. – he was neutered around 6 or 7 months – it’s not a female dog he is after, he wants to hunt and roam but this time he really had me concerned; when my nephew was able to bring Shiloh home, he was on the verge of over-heating, a very common thing in Beagles because once they are on a scent – they become lean, mean hunting machines and nothing will stop them or slow them down (except maybe a car or worse) as they keep going full-throttle, darting back and forth. I love watching Shiloh out in the SAFETY of our BACKYARD (when he isn’t trying to escape) when he catches a scent – I wish I could take him on a hunt – definitely poetry in motion. But, in the process, talk about living for the moment – Beagles don’t care about drinking or stopping to rest. And it got up to 90 degrees here yesterday and very windy. When he got home I made him lay on the linoleum in the kitchen and put wet paper towels all over him – I have NEVER seen a dog panting so rapidly.


I do have to wonder sometimes where Shasta’s Beagleness is though – she saw him run out to freedom – she made a ruckess but no move to escape – gotta love that mama’s lady diva.

Ok, I am rambling – actually I am past rambling – gotta stop for now. Next time, the Beaglebratz will be here.


Kim