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Every Beagle Is a Champion In Someone's Eye

by Deborah Potts

A farmer had some Beagle puppies from good field trial and hunting stock that he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.

As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your Beagle puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "these puppies come from AKC field champion parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.

"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to at least take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle, "Here, Molly!" he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Molly followed by four little, long-eared balls of puppy fuzz. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the Beagles made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little, long-eared fuzz ball appeared; this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat of an awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up...."I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt of the litter.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and hunt and play with you like these other dogs would." I was thinking about putting that one to sleep.

With that said, the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone to hunt with that understands him."

The farmer took the little boy's thirty-nine cents, reached over the fence and scooped up the little runt pup, and with a big tear in his eye he handed the boy the puppy and said, "Here you go son, I know you and this pup will have a lot of fun years of hunting together." And with that said, the little boy hobbled towards home with his well bred, but not so perfect little Beagle puppy tucked up under his arm!!!

Should you have a concern regarding the health of your Beagle(s), you should contact your veterinarian. All information on this site is presented solely for educational and informational purposes and should not, at any time, be considered a substitute for seeking or receiving veterinary care for your Beagle(s).