Showing posts with label Snoopy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Snoopy. Show all posts

Thursday, January 23, 2020

VIDEO LINKS to BEAGLES



I've loved two beagles over the years, a neighbor's dog in the 1960s and '70s (they called him Snoopy; he died in 1971) and our current pooch, Dixie.

 The funny thing is that beagles are famous for their barking and baying; Snoopy was quiet (I don't think I ever heard him bark) and Dixie is quiet.

 So it's time to do a blog post on beagles. ENJOY!

18 sounds a beagle makes in under 4 minutes
Cute beagle bedtime ritual
What does a BEAGLE need? Tips and Tricks on how to raise a Beagle.

What Makes a Beagle Howl?
BEAGLES THE MERRY LITTLE HOUND
Funny And Cute Beagle Puppies Compilation #1 - Cutest Beagle Puppy
TOP 10 : WHY NOT get a BEAGLE! Funny Beagles Louie & Marie
Cute beagle surprised by snow

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FROM PEXELS

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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Snoopy, MY GREAT FRIEND from my teenage years

ANOTHER BEAGLE
When I was in high school, in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, my two best friends were Bobby Shaver and a neighborhood beagle named Snoopy.

No, I didn't name Snoopy after the Peanuts character; he wasn't mine. Snoopy belonged to a guy we knew as Chick, but he spent a lot of time with me.

I'd get up for school, and Snoopy would be waiting on the porch. He'd walk with me to the bus stop, and he'd be waiting on the little hill when the bus came back in the afternoon.

 I took long walks back then, and Snoopy and a bunch of other neighborhood dogs would follow me. It's true that other dogs were often with me, but my neighbors thought of Snoopy as "my" dog.

 When I was about to graduate from high school, I started thinking about Snoopy; he'd probably be gone by the time I graduated from college. And that saddened me.

 But he never got close to living four more years.

 The summer I graduated from high school, a bunch of us went up to the elementary school to play basketball. When I came down the hill, Snoopy was sitting near the main road, and I went over, greeted him and rubbed his head.

 Before I finished walking home, someone told me that he'd seen a car run over Snoopy's hind end. I hadn't noticed the injury, and I was devastated. A few minutes after I got home, I looked outside, and, amazingly, Snoopy had dragged himself "home." He was out in the intersection near our house.

 I called Chick and told him about Snoopy, and he said I ought to take care of it, since Snoopy was "my" dog as much as his. I told him I had no money for a vet (true) and no way to get him there (also true; I had no car).

 A few minutes later, Chick and his family showed up to get Snoopy. I never heard any more about him.

 Let's get one thing straight, some people thought Snoopy followed me because I fed him. Not true. I never fed him. For some reason, he just liked me.

 He's the second-best dog I ever knew; Lady's No. 1.

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