Monday, August 23, 2010
Oh how I miss my long nature walks with Leo; quiet, leashless, zero casualty and soundless bliss of tranquility. Along came Maggie, a Blue tick coon hound. Which by the way, is a preferred breed among folks of southern heritage. A sight of a coon hound will put a smile on their face, any day of the year. She is a hunter, her specialty, raccoons and mountain lions. A simple walk becomes a tug of war, combined with varies vocal methods; Maggieeeeee, Maggie! Mague baby, Maggieeeeee, Mag, MAGGIE! MAGGIEEEEEE!!!!!! Even Leo gets frustrated, grabs a hold of her leash and shakes his head. I do let her off the leash, once in a while. But those days, I am well prepared, with running shoes and Ice tea.
On a different note, she is a sweet dog. Loves to cuddle, loves people and other dogs, especially Leo. I guess I have to sacrifice my quiet time for a sight of a beaver huntin', endless howlin', leash pullin' coon hound.