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.