Casey wants to go hunting.
It’s what he lives for.
I’m sure he dreams about it, his little feet flipping in his sleep as he chases down a bunny he’ll never actually catch.
Beagles that are trained for hunting take their work very seriously, and they are avid hunters, stubborn and persistent. Once on a hot trail, they would actually run until they die from dehydration and exhaustion — literally run themselves to death — that’s how persistent they can be. That’s why they must be supervised . . .
My Cowboy makes fun of Casey’s looks . . . his head is a bit too large for his body, he’s as wide as he is tall, he looks like a bulldog from behind at times, and he never got very tall, and therefore, has fairly stubby little legs, which I think are absolutely adorable. We say he’s part Bassett hound . . . even though he’s a full-blooded registered beagle with champion parentage! How does this happen?
Believe it or not, despite his non-beagle-like conformation, and the fact that I only wanted him for a pet, Casey IS trained for hunting, and although his legs are too short for him to ever be champion material, he is one dedicated hound. I can’t turn him loose without a long string attached so that I can get him back, because if he should happen upon a trail, he’d be gone! With the 30-foot cord, I can catch him without having to actually catch up with him.
Because when he’s hunting, he goes deaf! He is so singleminded of purpose, he can’t hear or pay attention to ANYthing else. Nothing can deter him from the business at hand — trying to find a rabbit trail.
So when I had him out last night, and he came to the end of his cord, he was still a few feet from the nearest brushy area, where he was just certain that he could find a rabbit trail, if only he could reach it. This lovely stance elicited yet another “bulldog” comment from My Cowboy.
I was trying to take his picture, so I was calling his name and whistling, trying to get him to turn around and pay attention to me. Have I mentioned the deaf, dedicated, persistent, stubborn part? Yeah . . . well — he completely ignored me — the ENTIRE time! I never did get a picture of him from the front. He kept his back to me, dreaming and wishing he could get to that brushy area and get down to business.
If the weather would ever cooperate, I’ll be taking him out to go hunting for real, along with my other two beagles, Jack and Rocky. Jack has been on bed rest, but seems to have fully recovered, so it’s time . . . Casey’s dreams will come true.