
So apparently Dexter isn't the only bad Beagle in my life. I have another one...His name is Kingston and by first glance you know he lives up to his name because he is quite large around the mid-section. Usually this dogs idea of exercise is jumping from sofa to sofa but no, not this past Sunday. It must have been the warm spring air that motivated him to run away not once, but twice!
The first time he decided to go for a little jog it was not to me, but my roommate Gary. Gary's solution to catch this over sized pig in action...jump in his car and chase him. (Kingston loves car rides almost as much as eating.)
Later that day...I decided go outside let Kingston & Dexter relieve themselves but unknown to me, I accidentally clipped his leash on his flimsy name tag which broke at the first yank! I didn't even have time to look at the empty leash in my hand before this dog took off down the driveway. By the way...this isn't your typical driveway...it's about 1/2 mile long, muddy and did I mention I was in slippers and I didn't have a car to pick him up in?!
Here I was chasing after 2 Beagles (of course Dexter had to follow the big leader) in slippers and no coat. I made it to the end of the driveway and by this time the little one decided to stop at which point I scooped him up and kept on running without missing a beat. Dexter's floppy ears blinding me in the wind as I ran...
Kingston turned left on the main road. I turned left. I see 4wheeler coming our way. Kingston does not. I look behind us and see a rather large truck. "Great, either the truck or the 4wheeler will crush us." Then what do I see next to the 4wheeler but a HUGE dog (Apparently his master has taught him to run with him, not away. Note taken.). Then the best possible thing happened, the BIG dog started chasing Kingston, who wasn't about to wait around and sniff butts. Nope, he ran so fast right past me...he ran back up the driveway and by the time I found him, he had already pushed the back door open and was sitting peacefully on his sofa once more.
Maybe he runs away because I put him in such ridiculous Halloween costumes...Who knows!? I thought this one was fitting...