Bone-Tired

Last weekend we missed our regular parkrun due to snow and ice, so we were particularly eager for this weekend’s run. Knowing that there’d be a few other people running with dogs, Susan decided to bake up some bone-shaped sardine cakes. They turned out great:

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The singing dog treat jar guards the bone-cakes as they cool

Those tasty bones came with a price though; as they cooked the smell of sardines flooded the house and drove our two Beagles mad. They in turn drove us mad. Beanie in particular spent most of the evening wailing outside the kitchen door, and when she wasn’t wailing, she was following us around like one of the spooky kids from the Midwich Cuckoos. Midway through the evening she had a protest pee in the corridor, and even though she did quit wailing when we finally crated her for the night, she spent a good twenty minutes telling her bed off.

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Beanie’s long vigil at the kitchen door

Happily these trials and tribulations were forgotten when we got to Strathclyde park for the run. For the first time in ages there wasn’t the slightest trace of snow or ice anywhere on the route, but there was plenty of water. Apparently there’s a tradition in parkrun never to say that it rains; instead it’s customary to say that it’s merely “damp”. Well,it was so “damp” that afterwards our running shoes ended up in the utility room with the dehumidifier turned up to full, and I was very tempted to stick Beanie & Biggles in there for an hour too to dry them out. The sardine bone-cakes were a huge hit though, and as we talked with the other cani-crossers a decision was made to get together again for some informal training runs.

Our first such run happened today around the standard parkrun course in Pollok park. We were joined by Bundy and her dad Brian, Lindsay Cloughley with her handsome husky Suko, Colin Reid with his completely mad-for-it Border Terrier Mitch, and Scotland’s chief parkrun organiser Richard Leyton. He didn’t have a dog with him but he was keen to get a feel for what it’s like to run alongside cani-crossers (keen enough to be there with us at 8.30 in the morning on a Sunday!), and after the run we lent him the Biggly Boy for a quick lap of the car park so he could feel Beagle pulling power first hand.

The run itself was a conducted at a gentle pace, which is just as well because both Colin and Richard are quite a bit faster than the rest of us! The dogs got on great throughout; obviously Beanie, Biggles and Bundy are great together, but Beanie also hit it off with little Mitch and Biggles just loved running with Suko. At one point he and Suko were running right alongside each other and I could sense him swell with pride; they say Beagles are big dogs in small packages and I’m sure he felt twice his normal size as he trotted along with this huge, tame wolf of a dog! I did have a bit of hard time keeping Biggles going in a straight line for some of the run though, which is unusual. In a regular parkrun, the convention is to run in single file on the left, and with the scent of all the faster runners ahead of us, Biggles flies along like an arrow. Here however we were running level, and he kept wanting to stray to one side or the other. Apparently Mitch is a little like this too; if someone’s ahead of him, he runs brilliantly, but when he’s at the front, he tends to lose focus.

The run was great fun for two-leggers and four-leggers alike, and as we headed back to our cars Susan broke out another pack of bone-shaped cakes (chicken flavor this time). This gave the Beagle contingent a chance to demonstrate their superior gobbling ability. While Mitch and Suko politely nibbled at their cakes, Bundy polished hers off in a couple of bites, Biggles devoured his and nearly took my fingers with it, and Beanie bypassed the chewing process completely, swallowing hers whole before proceeding to nick half of Suko’s cake into the bargain. That’s Beagles for you – insatiable appetites paired with a complete lack of manners!

When we got home the peace and quiet we got (until tea time) was a strong indication that today’s run was a big hit!

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If you’re in Scotland and you’re interested in running with your dog(s), get in touch and we’ll give you more info about runs that we take part in.

Mr Burns Rewards Santa’s Little Helpers!

Over the Christmas period Burns pet food ran a festive photo competition on their facebook page, and a certain two Beagles won with the following snap:

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We were promised that a “little something” was on its way to us as a prize, and tonight – just as Beanie and Biggles were about to tuck into their tea – we received a very BIG something, safely wrapped in a sturdy plastic bag!

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After the initial external inspection, the unpacking began…

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Biggles seemed particularly adept at this

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One by one, he carefully extracted the goodies from the bag

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and ran off with them to his “corridor of doom”

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The kelties and fish bites have been unpacked, but there’s still more in there!

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OK, who’s got dibs on the Duck & Brown Rice?

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We managed to get them to pose with their impressive prize haul for about 3/10ths of a second…

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but we couldn’t hold off the first tasting any longer than that!

The prize couldn’t have been better for our Beagles; two bags of kelties, two bags of fish bites, a couple of sturdy frisbees (Biggles destroyed our others), a big bag of their favorite kibble, and a very posh looking blanket which amazingly matches the color of our sofa:

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Thank you Mr. Burns!!!

Get Foxy!

The snow came back, and Mr. Fox came out to play.

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One fox, two Beagles. Whatever happens, it’s gonna be noisy!

Beanie got hold of him first and pranced about like a new puppy, trying to tempt Biggles into a chase:

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Go on Biggles, try to get Mr Fox, I dare ya!

Biggles didn’t take the bait though; he knows he’s not fast or agile enough to catch Beanie when she’s taunting him with a toy. Instead, he just sat quietly watching and waiting for Beanie to get bored…

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Without the thrill of a chase, Mr. Fox loses his appeal and Beanie’s attention starts to wander…

After a few minutes, Mr. Fox’s head mysteriously stopped squeaking and Beanie dropped him for a moment to go investigate something else. This was exactly what Biggles had been waiting for! He sprinted in, grabbed Mr. Fox and chewed furiously at the remaining squeaker in the tail end!

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With Beagles, possession isn’t just 9/10ths of the law, it’s ALL of it!

Beanie complained loudly at this blatant case of foxnapping, but Biggles wasn’t giving it up. He was now willing to engage in a chase however; Beanie may be the superior athlete, but he’s the superior tactician, and when he gets the pole position in a chase he knows how to hold on to it!

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Biggles issues the challenge!

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His chase, his rules!

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And we’re off!

Mr Fox is currently drying out in our utility room. He’s down to one working squeaker and he’s looking a bit sorry for himself, but he’s still in one piece and I suspect he’ll be joining our two on another chase before long.