Bert, Gus, and Daisy in the front field
Beagle Bert is by breed a hunting dog, which means he happily spends several hours each day tracking (but rarely ever actually catching) rabbits through the woods and across the fields. There's nothing like the sound of an excited beagle on the trail, especially when it's echoing through a narrow little valley. After 15 years of living with a beagle (first with Robin for 13 years, and now with Bert), that unique canine call still cracks me up.
Bert loves doing all the usual beagle things, but what he loves more than anything in the world is being chased—by anyone he can get to come after him. The other morning he had me chasing him around and around the pickup truck in the farmyard. He was too fast for me, and much better at taking the corners, so I tried to fake him out, turning around and heading the other way to ambush him as he raced around. He quickly got wise to me and starting darting right under the middle of the truck instead. We both had a great time.
A few hours later Bert, Bear, and I walked out to the front field to check on the sheep and the donkeys, and while we were out there Bert somehow convinced two-year-old Gus to chase him around the grass (the green grass!). After surviving a slightly terrifying game of chase the beagle out in Donkeyland not long after we adopted Bert, he laid off the donkeys for a while, but now he's back to the challenge.
Gus only made a half-hearted effort, and the game didn't last very long, but it was still the highlight of Bert's afternoon.
Eight more photos below. . .
More donkeys? Here.
More Daisy? Here.