TOUGH SKUTT

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Eventually my master and mistress decided to move from Uppsala. They bought a little summer house in an area called Gladökvarn, situated near Huddinge, one of the southern suburbs of Stockholm.
There we got our own garden, where we could run around and play, and we also got friendly neighbours who owned a couple of dogs of the right size for me to terrorize. When they came to visit us, I used to drive them in under the table - and there they had to lie trembling for fear until it was time to walk home again. I kept them totally under my command. A single movement from one of them and I would have sank my teeth in their throats.
The same thing applied to Hjalle, one of the puppies in Rama´s first litter - which was even more pleasing for me, him being at least three times my size.
When he came for a visit, he always had to enter our gate humbly crawling on his back, whimping like the puppy he once had been, with me standing on stiff legs, watching him from above.
I must confess that kind of triumph makes a beagle feel strong as a HORSE!

MY MISTRESSES


My previous mistress was little and angry. My present mistress is just as angry as she, but worst of them all is my granny. When she is starting vacuum-cleaning our house one has better turn invisible. She is pulling the poor object hard, shouting loudly at it, so the wallpaper is starting to fall down from the walls and the paint scales from the door-posts. I used to be rather amused by that noicy device myself (to bark at and charge from some ambush, fiercely biting it in its growling head), but that is not even worth trying when granny is holding the hose. She will instantly turn even crazier and maybe start kicking on me instead. Then it is safer to hide somewhere, or at least keep a healthy distance until she is gentle again.
Another thing that really provokes her is us leaping around her and barking to get hold of our "welcome-home-biscuit". We are always getting it anyway, but maybe not quite as fast. With Löken we cannot be that sure. She is a meaner kind of person - more likely to turn and walk away - so with her one has to be careful. With granny it is more "straight ahead".
When my mistress gets really furious - and as I´ve just mentioned, it doesn´t happen quite as seldom as I would prefer to - there is only ONE thing left for me to do; slowly lying down on the floor, rolling over on my back and lifting a reassuring paw towards her.
If she is not too irritated, it might even be enough to pull my ears back and look submissive - but that trick with the paw is suberb. I warmly recommend it to others in my situation. I use to sit like a little rabbit and when Löken is looking at me I´m stretching out both my forelegs throwing me thrustfully into her arms. If she doesn´t melt like wax and hands me a piece of something good, at least I feel she is no longer cross with me. I know exactly how to conciliate a human being like her.


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