.: Buddy .:. Male .:. Beagle :.
I tug hard on my leash as the entrance to the forest and large open fields enters my line of site. My breathing become a harsh whisper as my collar tightens and I am pulled back. "Heel!" My owner reminds me, I obediently listen, but only for a moment as I try desperately to get through the gate. My nose fills with enticing scents as I am once again dragged back and forced into a sit.The moment I hear the leash click I am gone, my legs unable to carry me fast enough. Tall grass blocks my view of the higher world, though I am not bothered. My hunting instinct kicks in as the scent of a mouse catches my attention. I howl and bark chasing the scent rapidly through the grass. A whistle from my humans causes me to raise my head. A stick! My large tongue hangs, flopping over my jowls. The stick is thrown down the path and I am quick to follow. Upon grabbing the stick, my teeth can't resist chewing into it, ripping the loose bark of it. Mud and stick in my mouth! Ugh! I grumble trying to rub it off my tongue.
.: Pepper .:. Female .:. Lurcher :.
My large collar keeps the pressure off my neck and throat when they pull back on me, my strong and muscular legs ready to get going. The leash is released, but unfortunately my muzzle remains. My tongue is unable to escape fully out of my mouth, I try desperately to get it off using my long and dainty paws, only to fail miserably. My eyes scan the area, scents of small animals and other dogs fills the early morning air. "What to do....?" I ponder, deciding my first move. Movement in the nettle drags me over, "Only the wind..." I mumble, "Wait, that smell...rabbit...wait no mouse...no better another dog" I pant heavily, barking loudly and triumphantly. Though I am quickly put back on my leash, my humans are starting to get to know my habits. Good for them, but not too good for me.
I tug hard on my leash as the entrance to the forest and large open fields enters my line of site. My breathing become a harsh whisper as my collar tightens and I am pulled back. "Heel!" My owner reminds me, I obediently listen, but only for a moment as I try desperately to get through the gate. My nose fills with enticing scents as I am once again dragged back and forced into a sit.The moment I hear the leash click I am gone, my legs unable to carry me fast enough. Tall grass blocks my view of the higher world, though I am not bothered. My hunting instinct kicks in as the scent of a mouse catches my attention. I howl and bark chasing the scent rapidly through the grass. A whistle from my humans causes me to raise my head. A stick! My large tongue hangs, flopping over my jowls. The stick is thrown down the path and I am quick to follow. Upon grabbing the stick, my teeth can't resist chewing into it, ripping the loose bark of it. Mud and stick in my mouth! Ugh! I grumble trying to rub it off my tongue.
.: Pepper .:. Female .:. Lurcher :.
My large collar keeps the pressure off my neck and throat when they pull back on me, my strong and muscular legs ready to get going. The leash is released, but unfortunately my muzzle remains. My tongue is unable to escape fully out of my mouth, I try desperately to get it off using my long and dainty paws, only to fail miserably. My eyes scan the area, scents of small animals and other dogs fills the early morning air. "What to do....?" I ponder, deciding my first move. Movement in the nettle drags me over, "Only the wind..." I mumble, "Wait, that smell...rabbit...wait no mouse...no better another dog" I pant heavily, barking loudly and triumphantly. Though I am quickly put back on my leash, my humans are starting to get to know my habits. Good for them, but not too good for me.