Ok, so I don't know about beagles in your neighborhood, but the beagles in Brooklyn tend to be a bit breedist. That's right, breedist. They only like to hang out together. Maybe they like the way their fellow beagles smell or look or howl. But they tend to stick together.
Meet Freckles and Charlie. Charlie is the sleepy one in the back, while Freckles is staring at me with beagle anger. Freckles is one of two, her sister's name is Treacle and the two were found down south in a puppy mill and they had a few litters of puppies by the time they made their escape to the northeast. Maybe it's because they made so many beagles that they only like other beagles. I don't know what it is. But even Charlie's Mom has called him breedist because he will only lay with other beagles.
Let's face it, these tri-color canines are pretty kickass. They howl like nobody's business and sometimes scare the crap out of me if I am not ready for it. They are inherently stinky because of their houndness and they can smell food from a mile away. In fact, Dylan, another beagle once came right up to me as I was taking a sip from my soda and clamped his teeth down on the crust of my slice of pizza that was sitting on the table. He did it right in front of me! I couldn't believe it. Maybe it's their aduacious personality that keeps them together. Whatever it is, say hello to the breedist beagle brigade.
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