Mark Mason

Beagles

issue 03 February 2018

Harvey’s finest moment, he would tell you, was the chicken kiev. I’d just made the garlic butter and inserted it into the chicken breast when the phone rang. The call went on for a while, after which I returned. No chicken breast. ‘Must have put it in the fridge,’ I thought, and began to look. Only then did I glance across at the dog. His expression said: ‘You’re going to work it out in a moment, aren’t you?’

It’s the beagle’s defining characteristic: a yearning to become the widest animal known to man. ‘Taking candy from a child’ isn’t just a phrase for a beagle, it’s a way of life. Which can be a pity, as kids love them. For ages my partner and I struggled to work out why, until we twigged that Snoopy is a beagle. As is Gromit.

Adults also love them: a waiter once ran out of his Soho restaurant and chased us down the street to make a fuss of Harv.

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