From the moment he arrived at the ranch a few months ago from Georgia, blind Briggs fancied himself as a ladies’ man. Nothing gets him more worked up than the nearby presence of a new female dog … and yes, he’s been neutered! The only thing that comes close to generating that level of excitement is, well, dinner. (He is a Beagle, after all.)
So whenever new females arrive … whether they’re old (like Lady) or young (like the Poodle sisters, Molly and Priscilla), or something in between (like Sweetie) … he dashes about like mad, trying to introduce himself to them. He really couldn’t care less how old they are. (If he were a human, I suspect he’d be the kind of guy who’d take out a personal ad saying, "Seeking: Any female, age 18-80" and wonder why no one replied.)
In his mind he’s this compact hunk of a guy with a soft, courtly Southern manner. He can’t imagine why these gals aren’t drawn to him.
Alas, it turns out they aren’t attracted at all to a pint-sized Beagle with bulging, mottled eyes who wobbles out to greet them. (That until recently he was wearing a lampshade-sized cone on his head didn’t help either.) The fact that Briggs can’t manage to stand still during the introduction suggests to them he has a drinking problem, though in reality it’s the lingering effects of the Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever he contracted in Georgia. But the end result is rather alarming, and so the girls flee as soon as he shows up.
But Briggs remains undaunted, and he figures that an animal sanctuary with a steady stream of new female residents is the best place for a ladies’ man like him to be anyway. The right gal will show up one day. Until then, he satisfies himself with a good roll in the spring sunshine:
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