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

September 3, 2008

I took Clayton over to the canal for a little walk on Monday while Phillip and Spenser headed off to the woods. As soon as I arrived I met a couple who said to me, "Beagle, right?" Oh yes, he's a beagle. They had recently lost their beagle and we talked about the breed and about Clayton while he stood patiently, keeping busy by sniffing the ground beneath him. They smiled and we went our separate ways. We then embarked on our little stroll which was not even much of a stroll because he had apparently decided to map each square inch. I didn't even bother to hold the leash, I just dropped it, because he wasn't going going anywhere. After about 15 minutes of this we turned around and he carefully mapped the other side of the path. There was another couple in the parking lot near my car who right away said, "Beagle! Must be about 13 or 14, right?" That's right! They, too, had recently lost their beagle. They petted him, admired his very soft coat, and remininsced. I'm glad that Clayton cheered up these folks, but as you can imagine, I did not leave without a little anxiety. I'm not quite ready to write about it yet, but soon.