|Pepsi. With me forever.|
The description was Beagle mix. His shelter name: Pinto (stupid).
|Spencer Bean coming home.|
A week later, I drove another two hours to get my dog. Kelly went with me. Spencer Bean is better than I could have hoped for. Those eyes told most of the story, but not all. He is completely and totally the love of my life.
He isn't a Beagle mix. He is a Beagle. A Bluetick Beagle. All that means is he has the ticks on his white fur, which you can see in the picture. In all my life, I never thought I would have a full-breed dog, because I am an adopter.
He is brilliant. I have had him since March 1st. In that time, he has learned sit, stay, lay down, come (though that one is still in progress, he does well), up, bed, and he sits down and waits patiently while I get his food ready and doesn't eat until I tell him to. He has gone hiking once. Him and Chloe get along like old friends. We stay at a friend's house a lot and he and her Beagle/Rottweiler mix are the best of friends. He stayed with my dad last Sunday and had a great time, my sister brought her two yorkies over and they played all day. Every person and dog he has met is his friend. He is not angry or aggressive, does not bark or anything. He has only pooped in the house once. Completely (and surprisingly) house-trained, he has not had to be in the crate at all. He has only got in the trash once.
|Spencer Bean, Chloe the Boxer, and Maggie Mae the Beagle/Rotweiller. |
Two littles and a big.
|Running! Oh Sweet Freedom!|