The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton and Spenser, with memories of Scooter
April 11, 2007
The pricker bushes are budding and soon the woods will be a green blur, making it tricky
to keep an eye on the boys. Scooter always made that task easy for at least part of each outing. He'd
get on a scent right away and proceed to honk just about non-stop until about 10 minutes
before we'd decide to go in at which point he'd quiet down and become effectively invisible.
So we'd call
his name, over and over, the decibels rising along with our annoyance. I was even known to
interject a few choice expletives (fancy that!) One day a friend of our neighbors who hunted in their
woods came over to say hello. We introduced the beagles and upon hearing their names he
looked puzzled. "No Vincent?" he asked. "Nope, no Vincent," we replied. "Where
did you get that?" "I hear you calling for Vincent a lot," he said. The best we
could all figure out was that somehow the mellifluous chords of "SCOOTER, GET OVER HERE
RIGHT NOW!" were muffled by the trees and pricker bushes to sound like we were calling
for some dog named Vincent. Or a painter perhaps.