I arrived home the next day with my new prized possession...my wife met me in the drive to see this trophy of a hound I had been telling her about. I got Lightfoot out of the box and her exact words were, and I will never forget..."Kelly, are you sure that is even a beagle"....then she disgustedly walked away shaking her head.
Fast forward to the trial season and after many hours of me sleeping swampside listening to Lightfoot pound for hours on end....My wife decided that traveling and trialing sounded like a good reason to go shopping down south so away we went. By the end of the day she was collaring up Lightfoot and making sure he had plenty of fluids. I remember her saying "Lightfoot just got that check but the judges were down over the hill and didn't even see it"....she was getting kind of loud and I kept trying to quiet her down.
Anyhow, Lightfoot won that day and from that point forward my wife understood the passion behind beagling and how much fun it can be....she has never gone to a trial since then but became more understanding of my hobby.Lightfoot is still alive and well at almost 13 years old and even though I have a FC in my kennel his grit, drive, and desire is still what I measure every dog I own.
Unlike the huge accomplishments I just read about I guess I am saying my greatest moment in beagling was acquiring an old ugly fat hound with an odd messed up name because otherwise I was about to hang it up for good.
