He was so cute the whole time, running as far away as possible. We would let him walk off a little ways, expecting him to realize we weren't with him, but he just kept going, and going, and going.....until I had to go rescue him.
This fat beagle came out of nowhere. Brayden loved him...I hated him. He just sat there droolying over our sandwhiches (did I spell drool right?) and sniffing Brady. I don't care for critters very much, ecspecially dirty ones that beg. Plus, I was scared that the dog was putting on airs of being friendly, only to turn on Brady later and put teeth marks in my precious one's face. I'm not very trusting.