I’m sure there are many of you who thought this day would never come. My entire life I’ve never been a dog person – I’ve never been any kind of animal person. If a dog comes near me, I shoo him away or if I must be polite to his owner, I’ll rub the top of his head with one finger. I can’t help it, I just don’t fall in love with animals the way some people do. When Wade first mentioned that there was a beagle at the camp who needed a home, I didn’t really care … but the more I thought about him, the more I went back and forth on it. I knew Hayden would love him and Wade insisted that we would eventually get him a dog. “Every boy needs a dog …” so I had agreed that we could get him on for Christmas. We were talking about maltese-type dogs, though, something that was smaller, wouldn’t shed and would be a good indoor dog. But that was what I wanted, not what would be best for Hayden. Once I met “Sal” (as he was called at the camp) … I can’t say I fell in love, but I liked him and felt he would be a good match for us.
He’s very sweet and calm and despite being a beagle, doesn’t bark all that much. I do think that the longer we have him, the more comfortable he’ll get and he’ll probably bark more and get a little more energetic, but for now he’s great. We think he was beat and dumped by someone. He’s very skittish when he hears yelling or sees sudden movements. He does get on the couch despite us telling him over and over not to and he does bark at night when we first put him outside, but its only for a few minutes. He’s had a couple of accidents in the house, but for the most part, we think he may already be house trained.
Today was his first vet visit and it went ok, I guess. He got his vaccinations and he weighs 23 pounds. He is pure beagle and probably about a year old. Unfortunately, he tested positive for heart worms, but we’ll start him on treatment in a couple of days. From what everyone is telling me, this really isn’t uncommon and the prognosis seems good, at least I hope.
So here he is, our new pet … Hayden says he’s his best friend and he’s very willing to help with him. He lets him in and out, plays with him, walks him and feeds him (when I tell him to do these things, of course). We all like him and even Emelyn is finally starting to warm up. She was scared of him until today, when she finally started petting him. She’s like me, though, she doesn’t like to be licked.