For 10 years, no Tommy. Now he's like Grandpa walking. We couldn't make it very far past the gate. I took him to an appointment
Then I lassoed Deuce and Beagle, and we went to the dog park. Jack loves to go too. He can still run and frolic. They have the best time. A solid hour of Deuce swimming after a stick that she leaves about a foot from the bank.
The beagle wades around the edge only going leg-pit high. She then finds a hill where she can roll over onto her back and do this goofy inchworm thing all the way to the bottom.
The other time she just prances around, her tail like a helicopter blade twirling and flirting with people. A few times she just walked away with them. Didn't notice until I could make out that tiny, tail-twirling butt headed for a better life.
I squealed by "Beagle Beagle Beagle," which I guess reminded her that she already has a family.
After an hour or so, I came home to two of the saddest dogs in America. They could sniff the lake and the scents from other dogs. They know that smell. Their noses quiver like that someone four houses down is frying bacon. Tommy and Jack were broken-hearted. The saddest eyes. I've always hated letting one dog go somewhere and not taking the rest.
That's why I always looked like Charlton Heston in "Ben Hur" whenever I walked my dogs.
I know there are purists out there who believe I'm ridiculous. These dogs need to be caged-trained; uhh "crate" trained. No people food. No eating before the humans eat....Yeah, yeah, yeah, we run a loose ship around here. So imagine a sucker like me trying to let the youngsters have some fun but not hurting the feelings of the old boys.
Any suggestions that don't involve but these are my old boys, the ones I probably won't have by the end of the year. I can't take the others without them.
So, does anyone have a way to handle this problem that doesn't involve making them sad?