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Happy Tail: Peg remembers the beagle who loved to party

Peg Schaeffer got Beamer Allen Brown as a puppy. He was a dog who knew how to get his way, and he loved to party, and he loved to love. He had many memorable birthday parties, and created a few scandals with his girlfriends. He's gone now, living Peg with wonderful memories, always welling up when she hears Salt 'n Pepa's 'Push It.'
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By Peg Schaeffer
Founder, Sugarfoot Farm Rescue

I was at the Wigwam Tack Shop in Connecticut one day and Donald Segar, the owner, asked me if I wanted a Beagle puppy. His female had puppies in February and only one had lived. He took me outside to a small pen where there was the fattest Beagle puppy I'd ever seen. Of course I brought him home.

Chip and I named him "Beamer".

When Chip went to bed he asked if the puppy could sleep with him. I told him this puppy wasn't going to be spoiled and would sleep in a crate at night. If he cried too much Chip could take him out. When I went to bed I put Beamer in a crate. As soon as I turned out the light he gave out the slightest whimper. I heard bare feet coming down the stairs. Chip peaked into my bedroom and said "He's crying so I'm going to take him to bed with me." That was the closest Beamer ever came to spending a night in a crate.

When the little Beagle sat up on his hind legs and beg, it always worked

Beamer traveled with us to all of the horse shows. He became quite an expert. The first thing he would do was to find the food booth. Then he would sit next to someone who was eating and give them his sad Beagle eyes. If that didn't work he'd sit up on his hind legs and beg. That always worked. So if we couldn't find Beamer we go to the food booth.

Chip found out that Beamer was a chick magnet. While I'd be riding, Chip would put Beamer on a leash and walk around the show grounds. There would always be a young girl asking "can I pet your puppy?" It worked every time.

Beamer had a girlfriend. She was a Jack Russell Terrier named "Carrie". Whenever we'd pull up at the show grounds and park the trailer she'd be waiting for Beamer to get out. He'd look at us over his shoulder and he and Carrie would run off to play. We were at a horse show one time and there was a commotion at the show ring. There was a circle of people all looking at something. Inside the circle was Beamer and Carrie hooked together. Beamer's tag had caught on Carrie's collar and the more they tried to pull apart the more they got wedged. Then they gave another tug and they broke free. The two of them looked at the crowd as if to say "what are you looking at?" and trotted off together.

Announcer at one horse show: "Would the Beagle with the bagel please leave the ring."

At one horse show while the trail class was going on there was an announcement "would the Beagle with the bagel please leave the ring." The trail class is an individual workout class so there's only one horse in the ring at the time. Beamer had gotten something to eat and decided to bury it. He thought the ring was empty and it was safe to go in. He looked up at the announcer's booth, dug a hole, buried the bagel with his nose, and then left the ring.

Every year we would travel to a horse show in Ocala, FL. Keith and I would drive down together. Then he would fly back home and I would spend two weeks showing. Then he would fly back down and we'd drive back together. Of course, Beamer went to Florida. The dogs at horse shows are just like kids. They make friends and spend most of their time playing together. They're funny because they'd come back to the stalls with their new friends and introduce them to their owners and then go off and play. You may never know someone's name; instead they'd be Ruckus' owner or Reno's mom. I'd be walking and someone would point out "aren't you Beamer's owner?" More people knew Beamer than knew me.

Beamer's Allen Brown's birthday party was an annual event

An annual event at our house was Beamer Allen Brown's birthday party. His birthday was February 1. Each birthday became bigger. Word got out about the dog's birthday party and we would have 40-50 people come. Beamer would get treats and be the star. On his third birthday, 21 in dog years, we had a major bash. He was a "Legal Beagle". A friend of mine, Deb, was a great artist and she drew a picture of a Beagle with a beer mug in one hand and a briefcase in another. There was a bakery that could make any impression on a cake so the "Legal Beagle" was on the top of his cake. We also had a black Lab named "Eve" that we dressed up in a teddy and lace stockings and played stripper music. Nothing like a bunch of adults acting like children at a dog's birthday party.

One year my friend, Lynn, and I went to a John Lyon's clinic in Northampton, Mass. As usual, Beamer went with us. The hotel we stayed at was very fancy. It had an indoor swimming pool, free breakfast and dinner, and most important - allowed dogs. Saturday night Lynn and I went out and took Beamer with us. When we got back to the hotel the side door was locked and we had to go through the bar entrance. There was a group of people in the bar and Beamer walked up to a woman who was sitting at a table. He put his front paws on her legs and licked her face. I apologized but she explained that her dog was at home and Beamer wasn't a problem. Then she asked if I'd like to go to a party they were having on her floor. I never say "no" to a party and off Lynn, Beamer and I went.

Lynn left the party before me and went back to our room which was on another floor. Beamer and I continued to party and a little while later I noticed Beamer was gone. One of the people went with me and we searched for Beamer. I went to our hotel room to see if Lynn had seen him. There was Beamer sleeping on my bed. He lifted his head and went back to sleep. Lynn said she'd been sleeping and she woke to scratching on the door. She opened the door to see Beamer. He climbed into bed and went to sleep.

We learned the next morning we had partied with Hip Hop legends 'Salt 'n Pepa'

The next morning as Lynn and I were getting ready to go back to the horse clinic we looked out the window to see a tour bus with the people we had partied with getting on. In big letters on the bus it said "Salt 'N Pepa". Yes, we had been partying with the Hip Hop legends and hadn't even known it. They had performed a concert at the local college. I had to call Chip, who had remained at home, to tell him the news. When we got home, Chip met us at the truck. I rolled the window down and he exclaimed "I can't believe you met Salt 'N Pepa and Beamer even kissed them!". Beamer casually climbed on my lap and licked Chip's face, "yes, Chip, I did".

As we all do, Beamer started getting old. His muzzle turned gray and he started slowing down. He developed a lump on his side so I took him to the vet. After taking tests it was determined that Beamer had a lump on his liver. The prognosis wasn't good. They only gave him a little while to live. This was in the summer. We had Beamer's birthday party in February as usual and headed to Florida. One night at the hotel, while Beamer was sitting on the bed with me watching TV, he had a seizure. It only lasted a few minutes but it worried me. Then on my way to the airport to pick up Keith, Beamer had another seizure.

As he died in Peg's arms a vet tech sobbed, remembering the partying beagle's brithday antics

The next morning on our way to the horse show Beamer had another seizure. This one was very severe. There was a veterinarian's clinic on our way so we pulled in with Beamer. They rushed him in and treated him immediately. They came out and explained that the tumor on his liver was causing the seizures. Even though they had given him a shot to slow the tremors it wasn't working. As I held Beamer and they eased his pain I told them through tears about Beamer's birthday parties, especially the one with the black Lab stripper. It was bittersweet as one of the vet tech sobbed "I'll bet he's up there right now watching Eve strip". We laughed and cried at the same time.

So now when I hear the ad on TV with Salt 'N Pepa singing "Push It" I think of Beamer Allen Brown and all the fun times we had with a very special Beagle.

- Peg Schaeffer, President and Founder, Sugarfoot Farm Rescue

Contact us if you would like to help.

Peg Schaeffer, Sugarfoot Farm Rescue,
860 Sparksville Road
Columbia, KY 42728
Home telephone: 270-378-4521
Cell phone: 270-634-4675

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Pretty Polly available (Today) for adoption at Sugarfoot Rescue

2015-01-25 - Sugarfoot Farm Rescue, 860 Sparksville Road, Columbia, KY - Photo by Peg Schaeffer.
Meet Pretty Polly Above Polly and her brother, Joker, were dropped off in our buffer zone 2 weeks ago. They have the softest coats. They are mixed breed, probably Spaniel and maybe Border Collie. They are about 3 months old. As you can see Polly will be a big help around the house with mopping. (She's in front of the mop, if the camera tricks you eye) They are both very friendly and love to be around people. They have been wormed and had their first vaccines. If you are looking for a puppy come and meet Polly and Joker. Call Sugarfoot Farm Rescue 270-378-4521, Today!. We are open 7 days a week from 11am to 4pmCT! We appreciate it if you call before you come so we can be watching for you. -Peg Schaeffer

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Beamer Allen Brown on 9th Birthday Party

2015-01-25 - Photo Sugarfoot Farm Rescue, 860 Sparksville Road, Columbia, KY.
Beamer Allen Brown with me on his 9th birthday, glowing out the candle on his cake. Peg Schaeffer, Sugarfoot Farm Rescue, 860 Sparksville Road, Columbia, KY 42728. Home telephone: 270-378-4521. Cell phone: 270-634-4675

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