I could drive off in my car without fearing that every bump I felt was a squashed puppy. Now, the flower bed is going and the rocking chairs are destined to return to the basement. And every stray bone in the neighborhood is again in my yard. There are tons of soft places for those hound dogs to lie in my yard, but they, like every other beagle I have owned, invariably pick the sharp gravel under one of the cars. And as if they re intentionally trying to drive me nuts, they pick a different car each time.
Mornings are now a wild time when everyone goes to work.
When my youngest daughter leaves the house, my oldest daughter has to go down and hold the dogs until my youngest gets out of the driveway. This musical dogs game goes on until there is only one person left usually me and that person has a nervous breakdown trying to escape without running over a puppy. I could build a pen for these puppies, but I hate to fence dogs in. Eventually these pups will grow out of the puppy stage and hopefully will become good rabbit dogs. Then, all the various transgressions of their youth will be forgiven.