Tristan Beagle continues to grow up faster than I can even type about him.
He has a lot of fun stuff in his life, along with the ongoing ball of activity we dryly call the PuppyCat Unit. He visits my dad at the hospice residence, goes to Connery and Dart’s obedience drill for a few moments of play and socialization, heads to our version of a National Forest to play with scent on our tracking practice grounds, and loves the daily games also known as training.
(Many of those games are simply building body awareness, but he also has an early understanding of sit, down, stay, heel, show stacking, bringing me an object, taking an object from hand, come, go to kennel, stay in kennel until released, wait at door to come in, leave it alone, let it go, and I’m probably forgetting something because these are all just things we DO.)
Most recently, he attended a puppy party.
He hasn’t been with his brothers since he came home to visit with us, you see. And as it turns out, there were other Beagle litters born in this area within a week of his own.
The puppy party didn’t turn out entirely as Tristan might have hoped. The other pups are familiar with one another in an ongoing way; Tristan was odd man out. He got a lot more attention than he initially appreciated! But eventually they all settled in well enough so the day turned into a romp—likely a critical opportunity for him, given that he’ll see and interact with these youngsters through his showing days.
Yeah, it was a total photo op. Enjoy!
This puppy scrum formed around a rope and tumbled its way across the generous yard as a single unit, until they got close enough to the humans to forget what they were doing.
A much smaller scrum—Tristan and his two brothers.
The others never did stop crowding Tristan. They crowded him right into the pond! Look at their little faces. “Gosh, how’d THAT happen?”
Tristan slept well on Puppy Party night!