These things just happen when you least expect it.
I have a confession.
I’ve actually been leading a double blogging life. I’ve had a secret blog at blogspot called ‘thebutterlogs’ for the past few years. I’ve decided to come out of the blogging closet and merge the two. Most sucessful photographers beleive that you should keep your business blog business like. This has been bothering me for a very long time. I’m a firm believer that we are all trying to connect to each other and when I’m not authentic then there is no chance of that. I also happen to like the person that blogs on the butterlogs. So back to dogs. Here’s a old post from the butterlogs about us and dogs.
We had some visitors this weekend. Our favorite dogs showed up. I’m always on the hunt for animals that might want to live with us. So it’s just natural that I’ve passed this disease onto my son who knows the routine. Try to trap them in the backyard, go to Maddie’s house and secure dog food and block off every potential exit. Well, it hasn’t work that well for us. They always find a way out. To date we’ve had a tortoise wonder into our yard, a jackrabbit that I picked up one night and put in the passenger’s seat (after some thought on this, I’ve decided that putting a wild animal in the car was probably not the best decision I’ve ever made) and countless dogs. So after all of these experiences, I’ve decided to stop trying to trap them and just hope they enjoy their visit. I know, it’s so Zen of me.
Back to 2009….after the 4th of July, Millie shows up in our yard. Since I’m no longer in the business of trying to trap any more dogs (because I’m all Zen now…note above passage) I just gave her the sideways stare as I walked by. When Evan saw her, he asked if I wanted him to run to Maddie’s house to get some food but I said no because we don’t trap dogs anymore. Apparently, Evan didn’t read the above passage. Anyway this is getting too long so I’ll speed it up. I took her around to find out who she belongs to and it turns out that a neighbor gave her away to someone around the corner who moved and left her. For the next month or so Millie was a neighborhood dog. She would spend her days with us, then do a little roaming around the block to hang out with another family and finish off her days sleeping in another neighbors garage. She was a very happy dog until the dog catcher showed up. Apparently, in the city of Adelanto, you are not allowed to have a neighborhood dog. Someone has to take ownership of her and keep her in their yard. This is no easy task for a Beagle. Beagles are wanderers and have severe separation anxiety. Millie can’t stand to be alone. Anytime we leave she ends up breaking out. She finds the smallest hole and manages to squeeze her zebra like belly through it. Amazing! We always find her at neighbor #2’s house. Long story for just a few pictures.
