As threatened promised, I will be updating our friends Seth and Dez about the happenings of our shared family members, Wally and Rilo.
Wally and Rilo have been getting lots of walks, even in the drizzle.
The harnesses have been a struggle for us, so for now we are using the standard collars and leashes. This will change as we become LESS LAME.
They got out for the first time Thursday evening when a door bounced back instead of latching. The girls were beside themselves. The dogs were elated. Grandma was enlisted to help corral the escape artists, and the whole operation took no more than ten minutes. WINNING.
Rilo proved to be the fastest dog at the dog park last Tuesday, for 25 minutes of extended chase. She was exuberant, at least until a big dog became annoyed at her trash talk, and got a little rough. Poor Wally ended up in the middle. Wally took a flop, no one was really hurt, and the other dog park patrons took it all in stride.
They got their first showers Saturday, after Wally managed to squeeze through the manger stanchions in hot pursuit of chickens to the left, cat to the right. His only success was in center-punching a large cow pie. Chase aborted, Wally was unceremoniously carried into the house and dumped into the shower. He liked it.
They had their first successful nose-to-nose meeting with a friendly (but wary) cat on Saturday. They sniffed and licked and sniffed some more, but lost interest when they found some stray cat food on the ground. The meeting ended abruptly.
All in all, these two beagles have become part of our schedule, part of our family, and have completely taken over both the La-Z-Boy and our hearts. We love Wally and Rilo.
All photos taken by Smedley and Sparky (mostly Sparky this time).