Bloodhound Diary Day 19 – Today was another beautiful day. The weather was warmer, but tolerable. There was no sign of rain, and there was a slight breeze.

After spending some time playing in the yard, daddy and I headed out for our walk toward the big hayfield. The trip was going like it always does, I sniffed the sniffables, chased the chaseables and ran after any scent I found of a would be hiding squirrel. Daddy was never far behind.

About halfway down the long road, our trip changed from ‘the usual’ to ‘the unbelievable’ because I started hearing a voice. I could hardly make out the words, even with my ears (which are pretty impressive). Daddy says I should be able to hear life on mars with my ears.

This tiny voice was calling to me.

I stopped in the road looking back at daddy, hoping it was him talking to me. He called to me ‘come here boy’. Hmmmm, the voice was different than his. Higher pitched, just above a whisper. This is just plain weird. I shook my head, positive I was hearing things. Probably just the wind playing with my imagination.

Silly me, must be watching too many movies with daddy. Realizing it is all my imagination I was relieved. Then I heard it again, louder this time. This tiny voice calling to me. Ok, this might be a problem.

Maybe I ate something bad for me? Something that is making me hear the voice in my head? I started thinking of anything I picked up or tasted while we were walking. Let’s see . . . pine cone, piece of tall grass, one-two-no-3 sticks (so far).

These are all things I have played with before, so why would they make hear things now?

You guys can talk?

Just when I thought my brain would melt from all the thinking, this teeny tiny thing started to buzz around my head. It seemed the same as all the other annoying buzzing flying things, so I didn’t give it much thought. Till all of the sudden, the voice was much louder. It was so loud that it scared me, stopping me in my tracks.

‘Hey there little dog!’ it said. The voice was still high-pitched, but it was so loud it sounded like it was shouting into my ear. I quickly turned around, then around again. Nobody was in sight. I must be losing my mind.

My poor daddy has a crazy puppy. How can I break the news to him?

Then I heard it again, plain as day. ‘I said hey there little dog’ said the voice. Just as I heard it, this annoying buzzing flying thing landed on my nose. It waved at me, which made me jump.

‘Hold on little guy, I am not going to hurt you’ it said. ‘I am new around here, my name is Buzzel’. He continued, ‘I don’t know anyone around here, not even any other flies. That’s what I am in case you were wondering. A fly.’

Just when you thought you had seen everything.

I was dumbfounded. Not only did I not know what a fly was (till now), I would have never guessed there could be such a thing as a talking fly. What a world. I smiled at him and bowed my head, giving him a bark. He bowed back and waved again.

Sometimes I surprise even myself.

‘I guess you can understand what I am saying’ said Buzzel, continuing on ‘you seem to be a nice little dogie. I tried to meet a few others, doggies that is, but before I could get a word out they were snapping the air trying to eat me. Nearly got me a couple times’. He wiped one of his little fly hands across his forehead (I guess it was his forehead) to emphasize the point of nearly being eaten.

Daddy turned to look for me so I sprinted, catching up to daddy. Buzzel came along for the ride, talking and talking. Boy, flies sure do like to talk.

He said he had gotten carried into the area late last night during the heavy winds. I didn’t know wind could be heavy, but whatever. Then told me how he tried to find his way back home after the wind stopped, but had no luck finding his way. He figured since he was stuck here he should at least make a friend.

I smiled again, wagging my tail. Trying to look like a friend. I think he got the message because he said ’so I guess that means you an I can be friends?’ I barked and wagged my tail some more.

‘That’s great! I have never had a dog friend before, and I am sure you never had a fly friend. First time friends, how wonderful’ said little Buzzel.

I must have lagged behind too far behind again because daddy started hollering for me ‘Anubis, come here boy.’ Its hard to pay attention to my daddy and talk to a fly at the same time. I sprinted to catch up again. I hope daddy doesn’t see this fly on my nose. He will probably slap it, then no more Buzzel.

The rest of our walk, my new friend Buzzel talked and talked and talked some more. Telling me about where he came from, his brothers and sisters, and of fly things. He talked so much that I think he must have used every word there was at least once, and even a few words that had not been invented yet.

What a strange fly.

No, not in the house. No way.

Daddy and I had finished our walk. Passing by our front gate, I thought to myself it would be bad for Buzzel to come in the house with us.

I think Buzzel must have thought the same thing because he flew off my nose. He told me he was going to find a place to live while I was inside the big house. And that he would see me next time I came outside, when we could talk some more.

He waved and started flying away. Good thinking Buzzel, I thought to myself.

I watched as he flew toward the end of the house, then I remembered. Oh NO, not that way! That’s where the creepy bug eating monster lives.

I have to warn Buzzel!

Running across the porch and down the stairs I barked and barked as loud as I could, trying to get Buzzel’s attention. He was already at the end of the house disappearing around the corner. Surely he must have heard me. He has got to hear me.

I got to the end of the house, rounding the corner still barking when . . . that’s hen I saw a really bad thing. It was so bad I don’t think I will ever forget it. Buzzel was stuck and he couldn’t free himself. Stuck in the creepy monster sticky bug catching thing. Buzzel Noooooo!

Daddy was calling for me from the porch, but I couldn’t look away. I watched in horror as the creepy monster thing darted quick-as-lightening to where Buzzel was trapped. It loomed over him for a brief moment then stabbed him with it’s big stabby things.

Buzzel barely had time to call for help. Then it was over.

Buzzel stopped struggling and fell silent, and the creepy monster thing started wrapping him up in something that looked like a blanket. By the time my daddy had come to where I was standing, looking where I was looking, Buzzel was completely covered. Gone.

After a moment my daddy said ‘well, looks like that spider has a meal for the night. Bad luck for the bug. It’s the circle of life though, for bugs anyways’.

Daddy pet my head picking me up. He carried me back to the porch and set me down. I was stunned at what I had just seen. I mean, I had seen things wrapped in blankets in the monsters sticky thing before, but it was never someone I knew.

We went inside, and as daddy was closing the door I took a last look out. Bye Buzzel the fly, my friend. Bye. The door closed.

For the rest of the day while I played I thought about Buzzel. Such a strange little fly. Daddy didn’t seem to be giving the matter any more thought. Then I thought about what daddy said about the circle of life. Daddy is right, even the creepy monster living in the sticky thing needs to eat.

Lucky for me I am a Bloodhound, not a bug. The creepy monster will never eat me.

If you enjoy reading about Anubis, he would be happy to hear from you.

A Note from my Mommy and Daddy:

We selected Anubis after much consideration. He is beautiful, healthy and seems to be very intelligent. We are looking forward to helping him reach his potential as a bloodhound and as a member of our family.

While Anubis is growing up, my wife and I (aka the human mommy and daddy) thought it would be interesting to chronicle his growth, learning and development as seen from ‘his’ perspective.

In addition to being entertaining, we also felt this may help others who desire to have their own bloodhound in understanding not only the development of a dog, but specific issues which may pertain to the bloodhound breed.

Bloodhounds are a wonderful breed. You are welcome to contact us if you have any questions.

Tags: Anubis the Bloodhound, Bloodbound Diaries, Bloodhound Tales, The Mind of Anubis