Beagle Tender

The Dogtor is in

Marie was up before 4:00 this morning: low blood sugar. Her ministrations in the kitchen roused Buddy Beagle (who was at that time sleeping in a crate in the kitchen) and of course he wanted to be up with Marie. He adores Marie. His vocalizations roused Josephine who decided to turn it into play time. Before the Beagles may play they must go outside to pee. Marie was not up to beagle herding yet, so I got up to help with that. It was time for me to be up anyway.

When they got back in and Marie was ready to head back to bed, Josie decided she’d rather sleep some more too. So Buddy joined me in the den while I tried to study. After a while, since I was not willing to devote myself entirely to scratching his head (I was scratching, but also trying to read my Bible) he wandered off.

A half-hour later I went out to the kitchen for another mug of coffee and found Buddy curled up in his crate snoozing away.

He did raise his head as I approached, “Is it time for breakfast?”

“No. Not breakfast time yet. Not for another hour.”

“Oh.” and put his head back down.

He’s a good boy.

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Buddy Beagle Goes To the Drive-Through Cookie Store

Blondie Bear and Callie get to go for a truck ride every week when I make the trash run.  Lennon has been out with me a couple of times recently.  But it’s been a while since Buddy got to go for a truck ride with me. It’s time he did. And I’m going to his favorite place!

I do carry bottled water and a small dish in the truck so a rider-dog can have a drink on a longer ride or a hot day.  Today wasn’t especially hot and the ride wasn’t but about 30 minutes all total, so I didn’t look for a place to pull off and break out the drinking gear, we just went home.  Buddy was fine with that, especially since he got to let the other dogs smell his cookie breath and be jealous!

The Pop-up Thunderstorm

We had a pop-up thunderstorm roll in this morning as we were getting our day started.  It gave advance notice in the form of continuous, distant thunder so I dashed out to feed The Brown Dog Gang and let them run in the yard to relieve themselves before it arrived.  Lennon and Blondie went with me to help.  The rain started just as we were finishing up and getting them back into their kennels.

Blondie trotted up toward the house with her ears down on the sides of her head (her Yoda face) muttering, “It’s raining, it’s raining, I don’t like the rain.  I need to be inside.”

While Marie fixed breakfast, Buddy Beagle cowered in his bunker. He still barked at the thunder — until we had a close lightning strike with it’s BIG boomer that rattled the house and the power blinked. Then Buddy admitted defeat and was quiet: curled up in the back of his crate until the storm passed.

Josie hid too. In her own way.  She tried to wiggle in behind the chair, but it had been pushed back to make more room for crates.  She often goes and hides under my desk, but this morning she preferred to be where the Peoples were, so she made do with this corner.

Buddy Beagle Gets Confused

The driveway in front of our house is T shaped. We come up the drive and swing to the left to park the car. To leave we back up into the other arm and turn left to go down the driveway to the road.

Normally, Marie’s Subaru is the only vehicle parked out there. I park my truck over by the dog kennels, which is accessed by a different driveway. But today a truck was coming in to drop a load of gravel by the kennels and my truck needed to be out of the way. So I brought it up to the house. As long as I park in the “backing up” arm, Marie can still get her car into it’s spot – she just can’t leave until I move.

Buddy had been sleeping when I moved my truck.

When it got to be about time for Marie to get home from work, Buddy got up and looked out a window. He saw my truck, which is similar in color to Mare’s car, sitting in the drive. Wrong vehicle, wrong position, but it is in the driveway.

He went nuts. He always goes nuts when Marie comes home. Buddy adores Marie. He started baying, he ran from window to window, he ran in circles, he tried to knock me over, all his usual stunts. But Marie wasn’t getting out of the “car” out there. So he got frantic. “What’s wrong, what’s wrong?”

It took a while but I got him calmed down.

No sooner had he calmed, but Marie’s Subaru came up the driveway, and we started all over again! But now she’s home. Once he see’s her get out of the car he will calm down so he can greet her when she comes in.

He’s a funny boy!

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The Beagle Box

Buddy Beagle has an odd habit of going bonkers any time I leave the house.  That’s a technical dog training term: bonkers.  It means to bark vehemently, run through the house looking out windows and, if he hasn’t emptied his bladder recently, leaving a trail as he goes.  He claws at shades and curtains.  His hyper-excited state often sucks Callie into his fit.  She can get destructive when in that state.  So it is better to not let Buddy get all lathered up.

I can crate him when I have to go outside.  He will still bark like a hunting dog on scent, but any leakage or destruction is limited to his own environ.  Callie does not get sucked into the excitement this way.  But the loud, frantic barking is annoying, at the least, and disruptive if there is anyone trying to rest or accomplish anything in the house.

I can take him outside with me as long as no beagle-unfriendly dog will be loose in the yard with us.  This keeps him quiet for about two minutes, then he’s up on the back door baying and howling and clawing the screen wanting back inside.  If Marie lets him in, he’s good for a minute then goes bonkers because I’m outside.

So I bought a Beagle Box.  My thinking is that this will provide protection from unfriendly beasts and keep him away from the house door.  And, if he gets tired of being summarily removed to the Beagle Box any time he goes bonkers as I’m leaving he may come to a point where behaving will be preferable to being beagle boxed for the duration of my outdoor chore — especially in bad weather.  Buddy does like his comforts.

And when this training exercise is over, the cost of the Beagle Box will not have been wasted because this is actually a portable kennel.  It folds up into a package compact enough to be carried in its own case.

This could be used if we take a dog (or two) to an event or show.  This would be way better than crating them when we’re not actively working them.

It’s not sturdy enough to be used as containment for small foster dogs.  This is for well behaved guests, not those who will be trying everything they can to escape and run off.  But I’m sure we will get good use out of it.

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Mya Steele: Notes on a foster dog

Mya is a sweet, affectionate girl.  She is well behaved, in a cattle-dog sort of way.

Last updated: Aug 17, 2018

Base Info:

  • Arrival date: Aug. 4th, 2018
  • Breed: Cattle Dog
  • Sex: Female
  • Age: Youth, Adult, Mature, Senior
  • Weight: 45 pounds
  • Spay/Neutered: Yes
  • General Health: Excellent
  • Temperament: Energetically affectionate
  • Gets Along with Dogs: Yes
  • Gets Along with People: Yes (including children)
  • Housebroken/Crate Trained: Yes

Known Issues & Progress

While Mya was staying with another foster family, one of their dogs started attacking Mya.  To avoid injury and inciting similar behavior in her, she was moved here.  My job is to be sure she hasn’t been traumatized and keep her safe until transport.

Mya is a cattle dog, so she jumps and nips.  I will work at teaching her to restrain these impulses.  Her former foster family included at least one child: a boy 8-10 years old, who obviously adored Mya.

Commands she knows:

  • Come
  • Sit
  • Sit Pretty
  • In Your Room



In roughly chronological order, newest at the bottom.  Click the thumbnails to enlarge.  Some pictures are linked to Doggy Tales about Mya, click those to open the related story or video.

Mya Rides Home (video)
Mya doing some serious Sunday Sniffing (vid)
Special treat on Sunday evening! (vid)
On Monday Mya was ready to PLAY! (vid)
Mya can “Sit Pretty”
Sometimes she cheats
Enjoying her Coolaroo

Mya likes high energy play – Buddy does not.
So Mya decides to accommodate Buddy by just hanging with him and strolling.

Buddy Beagle and Going Ballistic

Buddy Beagle is normally a pretty calm little fellow — unless there’s a squirrel outside, then he has to bay and bark and try to get at it. There’s something about squirrels that sets him off. All the other dogs ignore squirrels, but will react similarly to free-ranging cats. Buddy also goes ballistic if I walk out the back door to go into the play yard.

He will throw himself at the bedroom window and make such an excited fuss and racket! Then he goes from window to window along the play yard side of the house to try and get the best view, all the while barooing at the top of his lungs. Sometimes he loses his bladder and leaves a trail of urine. Too much excitement for an old dog to handle!

Buddy Goes Into The Wall

On Wednesday afternoon Buddy Beagle and Josephine were running around in the yard – more like racing around – and as they passed a corner fence post, Josie knocked into Buddy and “put him in the fence” (as the auto racing folks would say) right here:
vicious fence post
That bolt — which is turned around the wrong way — dug into his side and tore a hole in his skin. That’s his fur still clinging to the bolt.

He howled and cried something awful, so I knew he got hurt.

Buddy Beagle: Protector of Toys

Buddy Beagle

Buddy Beagle is a sensitive, caring soul. Gaze into his eyes and you can see that. He is a beagle who has come through a horrible experience of his own. He came here from Cedarwood Animal Hospital for a lengthy recovery and we just let him stay. Now he takes on the roll of household protector.

For the most part he is a good little guy who is devoted to his people (especially Marie) and gets along well with his siblings. But make a toy cry and you’ll feel his wrath!

The Running of the Beaglicious 300

The Dogtor is in

Marie and I are NASCAR race fans, so it’s only natural that when I see a group of dogs racing around the yard in close formation, I think of auto racing.

We currently have three dogs who are various types of Beagle mixes. All get along splendidly in pairs: Josephine and Buddy play well together, Buddy and Angel have a blast together, Angel and Josie Bean recently started playing together as well. I have been hesitant to let all three out together because the “odd man out” factor often rears its head and causes spats of jealousy if two pair up and ignore the third. But eventually I have to try it. Would they play together as a trio, or start sniping at one another?

What broke out was the First Annual Running of the Beaglicious 300.