The lovely Anne, over at Almost Quintessence has asked a question about the pups. And since she doesn't have an email address listed on her profile (What's up with that, Anne?), I'll just
inflict share my answer with all of my sweet readers.
The beautiful dog pictured above is Alice. She is a Walker Coon Hound, or a Walker Fox Hound, or simply a Walker Hound. She does, indeed look like a beagle--on stilts. She bays like a beagle, too. She is a sweet, gentle girl, unless you happen to be a cat or a raccoon.
Alice adopted me. Several years ago on a Thanksgiving afternoon, my mother and I took our dogs to a park on the south side of San Antonio. It is a great park with a big field where we would let the girls run while Mom and I walked the path surrounding it. Because the park is in an area just south of town and the neighborhood is wooded, there are several stray dogs running about. On our way back to the car, we saw this lovely animal standing in the middle of the road. Mama said that we should bring dog food the next time we come to this park, and we promptly forgot the incident.
The day after Christmas that same year, Mama and the dogs and I went to the same park. On our way back to the car, there was that dog again. After I got Mama and the girls safely into the car, I sat down in the driver's seat. Before I could close my car door, Alice was draped accross my lap.
What could I do? I put her in the back of the car and drove to my vet's office, and asked them to give her shots and spay her.
When we got to the vet's, the woman at the desk told us that our new dog was a Walker Hound. "Then we must call her Alice," my mother said. And so she is.
Mama, Ursula, and Ruth are all gone now, but I still have Alice and Dinah to love. Oh yeah, and Susan and Morgan and Joel Grey Cat.
Mom and Ursula at the park