There be beagles in the house again. Well the garage anyway. Two weeks ago, I brought home two black and tan female beagles, then six weeks old. One of the good guys I used to work with had the word sent through the grapevine, that his 13 inch female had messed around with a 15″ male across the street. The house has been pretty empty since my last beagle passed almost two months ago, and losing two good dogs in one summer was pretty rough for the whole family. Including Bonnie, the 11 year old lab. The old gal just kind of shut down, even though the trip to the cabin in the begining of August did wonders for her, having these two around has flipped her “on” switch back on again.
I finally figured out getting the camera installed again on the new computer, so here they are. In the front is Belle, named after Shelby, whom I always called Shel-Belle. In the background is Gauge. That name took a while to come up with, but I knew I didn’t want to give her another “people” name. My favorite gun is a hand me down, from my grandfather, a Model 12, 16 gauge.
Belle was the runt of the litter, always one of my favorite choices. Don’t ask why, but I think because they fight for everything, they just have more determination later in life. This little gal has plenty of both, Gauge who is easily twice her size thinks twice about sticking her nose in Belle’s food dish. Here they are after their first run through the back field. 
Finally, just one more shot for the heck of it, its cute as the ladies would say.
