I mentioned in yesterday’s sad post about dear Birdie how she loved to grab a toy on the way out the cottage door in the morning and wave it at the Dachshunds to try and get a game started. Somehow this morning it was as if blind Briggs realized something was amiss and decided to fill Birdie’s role. Just minutes after letting them out, he found this tennis ball and started parading it around, taunting the others to just-try-and-take-this-away-from-me. Watching this blind, wobbly Beagle strut his stuff did indeed help cheer us up.
Blind Austin soon realized what was going on with Briggs and rose to the challenge. We still think of him as a baby because he’s so small, but in reality he’s probably full grown by now — yet he doesn’t let his diminutive size get in the way. Here he’s coming up to make a grab:
Then he makes another pass, getting closer:
But, alas, as the saying goes, it’s close-but-no-tennis-ball:
A minute or so later, after breaking off the pursuit, Austin comes in from a different direction and almost makes a clean snatch:
Being blind, of course, means that sometimes you lose sight (so to speak) of your quarry and have to stop and regroup, which is what seems to be happening in this photo:
And when it’s clear you’re not going to steal the ball after all, it’s best to give up and have a drink while the victor waltzes (or wobbles) off the field:
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Thank you to everyone who has posted or emailed us their condolences about both Laddie and Birdie. It is so comforting to know how many people care about these animals and are thinking of them, and us, during these difficult moments. We really appreciate it.
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