You should be able to. No it's not me. It is Sam and Coco.
Not just barking. Running from window to window, howling, barking, panting, running.
Rabbit season is in. They are rabbit dogs. Put the two together and you will see what I mean.
Bossman just came in to get them. They were jumping around him so madly he couldn't get their leashes on. Have to use the leashes until they get to where they want the dogs to start their run. And, boy, will the run!
They love to chase the bunnies. They bark and run and bark and run and on and on. Sam lets Coco go first. He is built like a tank. Doesn't matter what he can run right through it, bushes, small trees, briars (and we have lots of them) monkey vines (we have a lot of them also), doesn't matter. He plows through.
Then comes dainty lady-like trouble maker Sam, running as fast as she can, tongue hanging out, ears flopping, grinning from ear to ear.
Bet you didn't know dogs could grin. Well, they can.
Coco is so fast that sometimes he outruns the rabbit and has to circle back to pick up the trail again.
They will be back no later than noon, probably before, barely walking, heads hanging, tails drooping, completely worn out. And they have loved every minute of it.
They will go to their indoor kennels (the doors are always open) and crash. Won't see them the rest of the day. Will hear them though. Dogs do dream. And as they sleep they will be dreaming of the chase and quietly give a little 'woof', or a 'whimper' as they are dreaming of the hunt.
For a couple of days they will be like rag dolls, completely worn out and tired. Come next Saturday, they will start all over again.
They are, after all, Beagles, and bred to hunt rabbits.
Right now it is so blessedly quiet here in the house. I cannot adequately tell just using words how much noise they can make.
This is their life. This is what they are bred for. Very rarely do the guys come back with a rabbit, it is all about the chase and seeing the dogs run.
I don't know how many more years they will be able to run the rabbits. They were born 2 weeks apart, and are now 8-1/2 years old. Middle aged by our standards. The hardest part of having pets is that they age so fast. They become so much a part of the family.
Well, better get cracking. Have things to do and errands to run. The finish carpenters are supposed to be here the first of the weekt to finish up the cosmetic work. "Supposed to be". We will see.
Enjoy this beautiful, though chilly, weather and God Bless.
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