As I type, Marshall is laying on his favorite couch, with only enough energy left to half open one eye when he hears "major" noises around the house (an exterior door open, for example). What has caused this condition you might wonder? Thanksgiving with family.
First, we packed up Marshall's weekend bag and headed to Denton to meet the new cousin dog, Peaches. She is a rescue from the pet shelter in Granbury, Texas. Peaches might look like an innocent Shih Tzu but its pretty clear she likes to run the house (and family) her way. Marshall got along with her just fine though, and they enjoyed several walks around the neighborhood and even a few good games of tug.
Here's a shot of the two of them together, recovering from an evening of bone chewing, stuffed animal killing, and general play time.
Next up was the annual Charney family gathering at "the land" on the Saturday following Thanksgiving. Yeah, Marshall says there is no need to dwell on the A&M / Texas game from Thursday. Move on, he sure has.
The land holds a variety of challenges for a beagle, mostly the incredible smells coming at you from all sides. Cows, armadillos, oppossums (look it up, I did), wild turkey, deer, cow sh%t, etc. Plus all the sights... This year, the dog pack that assembled for Thanksgiving totalled 6 which meant there was lots of running, barking, howling, sniffing, and general chaos. Here's some shots of Marshall patrolling the front 100 (acres).
After all the running and patrolling, Marshall needed a rest. Here he is under the dining room table with his dog cousin Samanatha, of the Houston Charney pack.
And then here is one final shot, of a clearly exhausted (but happy) beagle boy.
