Thursday, on the way to get my 44 oz Diet Coke, I pulled up to the light and saw this:
I actually took the picture because he was a happy little dog. Not morose, like he appears in this snapshot. You know how dogs are...by the time you click the picture, they're nowhere near the pose you tried to capture.
Anyhoo...this little beagle looks well-taken-care-of. He's not roaming around in the bed of an open pickup truck like many of the mutts you see in Hillmomba. Not standing with his feet on the wheel well, being flung every which way as the truck starts and stops and turns. Not likely to fall out. He's safely contained in a wire crate. He can see out. He can breath. He has room to sit and stand. His driver has thoughtfully left the back of that camper shell open, and also the sliding window on the back of the cab, for air flow. With him being a beagle, and treated so carefully, I imagine he's worth a pretty penny, and either on the way to/home from rabbit huntin'.
Dogs are man's best friend, you know. And pretty good killing companions.
3 comments:
We once had a beagle named Bagel but he was never in the back of a pickup truxck!!
Laughing at fishducky :)
out here an open back like that is an invitation to thieves and the puppy might be gone, with his cage, by the time the owner gets back to the car.
I'm glad that didn't happen to this little fella. I like beagles.
fishducky,
That's a great name for a beagle! Ours was named Tank, but that was courtesy of The Veteran, who bought him for himself, couldn't take care of him due to his military schedule, and gave him to the boys. The name came from the 'T' shape of the white marking on his shoulders. Possibly with a bit of military inspiration.
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River,
Here in Hillmomba, the land of bleached-expired-chicken, truck dogs are safe.
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