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An acrylic painting of a beagle dog called “Alue, Waiting to Escape " by Canadian artist Theresa Eisenbarth

Dear Friends,
August 10, 2017

This was our dog Alue. I didn’t post anything about her passing in April as I was too upset and my thoughts hadn’t set in about our loss. We put her down due to a mass of cancer in her stomach. For a beagle, this is a death sentence as ALL they want to do with their noses is sniff out the next morsel and look for food to eat.

It was a really HARD day. My husband Terry and I decided to take her to the vet after she didn’t eat for five whole days. She looked exhausted and worn out. When we arrived at the vet and sat in the little prayer room, I said my good-bye’s and held her paw in my hand. I was so emotional I couldn’t even stay to the finish. My brave husband sat beside her as she gently passed.

I’m not the most gushy and emotional person. My friends and critics will attest that I am even worse when it comes to animals, especially dogs. But I now emphasize with anyone who loses their pet.

Alue was one of those kind of dogs; a beagle dog we will continually talk about long into the future as the stories outlining her adventures are so numerous.

She did all sorts of antics….mainly driven by her keen sense of smell. Her nose led her running down alleyways to mysterious corners of Southridge, hiding under beds as she had just eaten someone’s snack or ripped apart a backpack full of granola bars left over from a hiking trip and resting contently after an episode of over eating as much dog food as possible when the pantry door was left open. As with most dogs, she loved to walk and ride in a vehicle. I was the walker in the family with the kids taking her occasionally and my husband always took her in the big truck for a  “run-run” out at the farm. This was her favourite thing to do. She would hang out the window with her tongue lofting about and when he crossed the cattle-gate to enter the long range road for the farmhouse, she would howl at the top of her lungs. Terry would let her out (because you couldn’t stand the sound) and she would run after the truck as fast as her little beagle legs could take her. She would end up at the watering bowl completely exhausted, but happy.

People asked me if I would get another dog right away and the answer is no. It was plainly too hard when they are no longer wandering the house and gazing at you with their deep, brown eyes.

Lessons learned? No matter how much you train a beagle, they’ll always be looking for FOOD. Keep the buns and bread to the BACK of the counter or she’ll eat the whole bag, including most of the plastic. Keep her tied up when opening the door or she will BOLT down the street, and most importantly, love them with all your heart as time is short.

I was glad I could capture her in this art piece. The photo was taken last summer in Shuswap lake. I had opened the door to the trailer and she was desperately trying NOT to look at me as I was telling her to stay put……


” the easiest person to fool is yourself” ( Richard Freynman)

Next Art Exhibit
Cypress Club, Downtown Medicine Hat
Opening Reception: Thursday, October 12, 2017
Time: 7-10 pm