A Pair of Hounds

At the farmers’ market this morning, I renewed my acquaintance with two people, father and daughter, and their dogs, Sarge and Bailey. Sarge is an aging beagle, whom I petted a little, although he isn’t that into me; Bailey is a hound of some other sort, who greeted me and nuzzled my hand.

Sarge’s master had told me that his daughter was off in some other state with Bailey, but the two of them were in Arlington this morning. Bailey used to be very skittish, but today she was outgoing and affectionate. The woman told me that Bailey has become much less nervous, and apparently happier, so that’s one good thing in this imperfect world, and a tribute to her human or humans treating her with patience and kindness.