<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Beagle on</title><link>https://geekyschmidt.com/tags/beagle/</link><description>Recent content in Beagle on</description><image><title/><url>https://geekyschmidt.com/images/papermod-cover.png</url><link>https://geekyschmidt.com/images/papermod-cover.png</link></image><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><copyright>Copyright ©2002-2026, Nicholas Schmidt; all rights reserved.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 04:21:03 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://geekyschmidt.com/tags/beagle/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Beagle Travelers</title><link>https://geekyschmidt.com/2008/06/24/beagle-travelers/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 04:21:03 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://geekyschmidt.com/2008/06/24/beagle-travelers/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Oscar only whines when he is wanting to go play outside with another dog or he is upset. Luckily he is a pretty happy dog and does neither with any sort of regularity. Today as I typed away on the computer I heard a whining noise from the other room. I gave it sometime considering it would probably pass. A few minutes into the code I hear it still. Sheesh Oscar! &lt;br id="rmv7" /&gt;&lt;br id="rmv70" /&gt;Remind me to fix the screen in my door as it is now a secret path way for cute little puppies. I walk into the kitchen to find Oscar and a little beagle puppy playing around the floor. Heart+puppy=melt. I have such a soft spot for baby anything. I look out the door and see Mom trailing the back end of the Mini. They both look too healthy to be strays so I stand outside and listen for the screams of children looking for their pals. No sirens or anything else.&lt;br id="o0cl" /&gt;&lt;br id="o0cl0" /&gt;I drop some food in a make shift Cool Whip bowl (why did I have a Cool Whip bowl?) and some water in the Tupperware near it. They eat like there is no tomorrow and I gather they are lost. I sit down on the stairs contemplating what to do and Oscar comes up near me. He props up on my shoulder and licks my cheek.&lt;br id="o0cl1" /&gt;&lt;br id="o0cl2" /&gt;“Sorry boy, I can hardly give you the attention you deserve.” With that I top off the Cool Whip bowl and head inside. Oscar seems okay with my course of action and finds his spot on the couch. I wish I had the time and space for the both of them. As I prepared for the Sabbath I did the scan around the house, peeking from the corner of window sills searching for my travelers. Nothing.&lt;br id="kvf7" /&gt;&lt;br id="kvf70" /&gt;Good luck to the beagle family, hope they find a family here soon.&lt;br id="rmv71" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>