The Girls

Our life and that of Fisal, the attack cat, have radically altered! And I am now the lone male in a home with four females.

On our many excusions down Falls Road in Grayson County we interpreted the several conversations held between a farmer and his son. Faraway Farms straddles the road and the lack of traffic made for a stop and chat environment. On one of the stop and chats I sold them some insurance. Little did I know the retribution of that act. While I was working, love of my life was becoming attached to the remaining two six week old beagle puppies romping around and generally irritating their mother.

"If ya take one, ya gotta take 'em both" said farmer Al.

We handed over the policies and Mrs. Farmer Al gleefully handed over who have become Isabel and Isabella or "Izzy" and "Bella" to save confusion. Bella (pictured above) appears to be the "runt" of the litter and it's suggested she has some Blue Tick Hound markings. Izzy has the more typical beagle markings.

Whatever the markings they are beagles with a capitol "B". Playful, oh yeah! Active, oh yeah! Hungry, OH YEAH! They have settled into a routine; eat, play, sleep, poop. One good thing, since they have been outside dogs they stare at the door and whine when the latter occasion calls.

Since we don't feel comfortable leaving them in the house or running loose when we go on the road they have been traveling with us. And they, like Wanda, sleep most of the drive time.

Izzy (at left) is seen in a somewhat uncharacteristic pose. She is the instigator and always getting into things (like the cat food), whining at the least provocation. On the other hand she is the sensitive one. A harsh word will send her hiding under some leaves or behind the bed whichever is available. However Bella, the quiet one, at a harsh word will only look with innocent eyes as if to say "Why me, I didn't do anything".

So there it is, another dimension has been added to the ever changing adventures at Villa MacBean. Who knows how many shoes, speaker cords, and other loose objects will fall prey to the sharp little puppy teeth. Who knows how many times love of my life will (again) throw up her hands and exclaim "those dogs have to go". And how many times will her loving husband reply "no way, you're the one who wanted them and now you're stuck with them". And please don't tell her, I wanted them too.




These pictures aren't too good. Anyone who has tried to photograph beagle pups with a substandard camera will understand.