Tuesday, March 15, 2011

#157-TOTALLY TUBULAR TUESDAY (Jasper Jacob Laird)

Somewhere around 1972 we had a Beagle named Jasper.  He was one of the stubbornness dogs I have ever owned (unless Toby takes over that dubious honor).

This is Jasper and my son, Gene.
they had just won the dog show.
I don’t remember where or how we acquired Jasper, but I do remember he was the cutest little guy.  I went about my usual routine teaching him to sit, come, stay, and potty on a paper (on the back porch).  All was going fine until he got older  You see, he was the first male dog I had ever had.  Eventually, the errors of my ways were made evident.

One day I was in the kitchen when Jasper went to his potty to relieve himself.  That’s when I got the big surprise.  Jasper was raising his leg and peeing on the wall.  The urine then ran down the wall and onto the paper (well, at least it ended up on the paper).  At first I just taped a newspaper (backed by plastic) on the wall.  But, that was only a temporarily fix until I retrained him to go outside.

Jasper liked the cat post, too!
One month later, Jasper, was house broken and doing his business outside.  But, this caused another problem.  I was sharing  a duplex with my parents.  Half of the yard was theirs and half was mine.  Now just try to explain this to a young Beagle.  Mother’s half was edged by rose bushes, which displayed the most beautiful roses in a myriad of colors and types.  Mom loved her roses (and so did Jasper).

I was home on the Saturday mother first caught Jasper in her roses.  He was gleefully digging at the roots.  Now, there were plenty of other places Jasper could have dug, but he chose the rose garden.  I think he must have seen my mother digging in her the roses, making those careful little bowls around each one, and decided to join in.  When I heard Mom yell at Jasper I looked out the window to see her swiping at him with a broom.  He just thought it was some kind of game. 

Mom tried everything to keep him out of her roses.  But, as a continuation of the game he began to run by the bushes, pluck a flower and play toss and fetch with it.

She came up with all kinds of ideas to discourage Jasper, but the funniest one was when she bought a huge shaker of cyanine pepper.  She sprinkled the pepper liberally all throughout the rose garden.

It didn’t take long to see and hear that this wasn’t going to work.  Hearing Jasper whimpering and sneezing, I went out the back door to find him feverishly digging in Mom’s flower bed.  His eyes were beet  red and he was sneezing and wheezing like an aging pipe organ.  Mother came out about the same time I did, threw up her hands, and said,  “I’ve had it!  He’s going on a chain as soon as I can get one!”

That is when I decided that Jasper needed a new home.  I thought it would be crewel to chain such an active young dog.  So, (since he had good papers) I found him a home at a local stud farm.  I am sure Jasper never missed us!  But we missed him (especially my son)!  
kt 3/2011


  1. Oh what a sweetie he was. I love the photograph of him on the cat post!

  2. Aww! Jasper was surely a sweetheart n his last photo tells it all! *hugs*

  3. What a sweet little chap he was and how sad that you had to re-home him, but sometimes, there is no other option...so glad you found him a happy place though...stud farm! Plenty to run after and sniff to his heart's content, I'll bet!

    Our very first pup was a kelpie, we named Purdy...we took her, because she was in a large cardboard box on the verandah of an out of the way, farm shop and looked ever so pitiful! She was riddled with fleas and had worms, but we took her to the vet, got her innoculated, dewormed, deflead, bathed her and loved her to bits for several months. However, as she grew, she proved far, far too lively and needed a much bigger garden than we were able to provide...we, too, were lucky, as a colleague of my husband's at the time, lived on a large smallholding and they had several dogs, all loved and well-cared for...so Purdy went to live with them. We were heartbroken, but knew it was best for her in the long term...we visited a couple of times, to make sure she was well-settled, which she definitely appeared to be! We waited a LONG time after that before we committed to a dog again...and then, and ever since, we've made sure it's for life!!!

  4. I absolutely had to pop back and get the riddle of your truck resolved, once and for all!!! AAH! You CHEAT! Fooling us all into thinking you were one of those toughee macho types ;)

    You are dwarfed by the truck, so I guess we weren't REALLY fooled :)

    I wondered how you managed to get into it, let alone drive it, as I'm pretty sure that, seated, your head would barely reach the top of the steering wheel! I had visions of you sitting on several thicknesses of plumped up pillows and then not looking where you were driving, as you kept on having to readjust the pillows ;)

    Now I can sleep easy!!!


    Des xoxo

  5. Oh how sweet he is !!!! Such a cute pup!

    Hope you are having a good week... :)Thanks for stopping by my blog.

    Oh by the way, would you be interested in guest posting for me?


  6. My Dad raised beagles when I was a kid. it was fun to play with them but if they caught the scent of a rabbit - they were off. Dad said they'd come back when they got tired or hungry. And they did!