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

June 26, 2007

Used to be that on the days when Phillip took the boys out and I stayed in the house and the phone rang with Phillip's cell phone on caller ID, I would cringe because either one of the boys had rolled and needed a bath or Spenser had escaped. Now when the phone rings it's Phillip asking if Clayton and/or Spenser has come in on their own. This is such a new occurence. It used to take a good fifteen or twenty minutes to gather everyone up and persuade them to GET BACK TO THE HOUSE! The other night I was very tired and had gone to bed early to read. It was about eight o'clock and Phillip was out with the boys. All of a sudden Spenser came bounding up the stairs with his tracking and shock collars still on, then up onto the bed with his feet all muddy. "Hi, I came in early, are you glad to see me? Clayton's on his way in but I have no idea where Father is. He was talking into that silly little thing he uses all the time." If only beagles could talk, I can just imagine.