I was walking home from the supermarket earlier, lugging a couple of bags of stuff, when .I saw a woman walking a pair of beagles, so I ran over and said hello. One of the beagles, who was mostly white, jumped up and licked my hand. I petted the other beagle, a tricolor like my old friend Rex. The woman told me that the more active beagle was a friend's. They were both female; the tricolor was an elderly nine years old, and the mostly white was still energetic at five.
I mentioned having had a beagle as my best friend growing up. The white beagle jumped around and pulled at her leash, but wouldn't stay still long enough to be petted. The tricolor let me pet her, but didn't seem all that interested in me; Rex also seemed to lose interest in making new friends once he became elderly. So the encounter was not ideal, but I did get to meet a couple of pretty nice beagles.
I mentioned having had a beagle as my best friend growing up. The white beagle jumped around and pulled at her leash, but wouldn't stay still long enough to be petted. The tricolor let me pet her, but didn't seem all that interested in me; Rex also seemed to lose interest in making new friends once he became elderly. So the encounter was not ideal, but I did get to meet a couple of pretty nice beagles.