The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton and Spenser, with memories of Scooter

June 12, 2007

If you had told me a few years ago that it would be okay to let Spenser help unload the groceries, I would have probably bopped you on the side of the head in an effort to restore your sanity. Spenser was only three years old when we were selling our house in Baltimore. Whenever there was a showing Phillip or I had to be home so we could take the boys out for a walk and away from the potential buyers. I warned each and every realtor not to keep the door open for more than a few seconds but of course one did not heed my advice and Spenser, followed immediately by Clayton, bolted out and disappeared into the woods. They came back in about an hour, tired and immensely satisfied. They had both rolled in deer poop, and Clayton looked as though he had gained ten pounds. I will leave it up to you to figure out how that happened, but suffice it to say that this very pleased beagle gave new meaning to the phrase s**t-eating grin.