We rescued a Beagle who had been severely abused and cowered if you so much as looked at him. Regardless of his past history, it took, oh, maybe four pieces of cheese before he decided he was in love with us? He was the happiest, most cheerful little dog ever. And yes, prone to obesity. And we once retrieved him from over 10 miles away…when he had just gotten loose an hour and a half before!! :lol:
He was a chewer when bored, and completely stripped a loveseat down to the bones in one short afternoon. They do best with other dogs to entertain them, or lots and lots of toys! (Particularly kongs stuffed with something and frozen, or marrow bones filled with peanut butter…something to work at!)
He was evil-genius smart, top of the class in his obedience class…but only when you had food. If he couldn’t smell or see a treat on you, good luck getting him to listen! He was always happy, friendly, and interested in meeting everyone, dog/person/cat/child. He never met a dog he didn’t like. (Although plenty thought he was a little too forward!)
He was fantastic, I still miss that little annoying destructive bugger! He lived with us 15 years, and was at least a year when I got him, so they do have a pretty long life span.
Mine was stubborn right until the very end. He was an old, grey man, and my vet put on her serious face when she talked to me about putting him on an even stricter diet than he was already on. So I started slowly reducing his feed, until he was down to just a meager 1/2 cup of food per feeding. One day he just looked down at his bowl, the kibble barely covering the bottom, and walked away. This, for those who know Beagles, was very concerning, but we figured he might have an upset stomach, and let it go. The next morning, same thing, although he would eat any table scraps that we offered to him. That evening he refused his food again, and I said enough and brought him to the emergency vet. They did a full blood panel and several full body x-rays, and found that he was in perfect health. (This in addition to the fact that he was being quite the flirt with anyone at the clinic willing to speak to him, making me look like the idiot when I was like “No, he’s off! Somethings wrong!”) They sent me home with him, in A+ health apart from being a little chunky.
The next morning, at breakfast time, I plunked the food in his dish. He looked at the dish, looked at me, looked at the dish, and walked away. Laid down on his bed, gave me the patented “I’m a beagle and I’m cute and angry and you should know it” look, and died. :lol: I’m not even kidding.
This was several years ago now, and I still get teased about forcing poor old Jasper to commit suicide because of the diet I forced him on. :lol: He clearly had just decided that he had lived 15 years eating essentially whatever he wanted, and he was not going to deal with any dieting BS as an old man. :lol:
So yes, they’re stubborn! To the death!