It wasn’t normal. Doctor Red Cloud informed her that the Beagle Brigade went out daily in search of abandoned dogs & cats and only occasionally found a dog and almost never a cat.
“Maybe people have finally stopped dumping unwanted critters?” She wondered to herself. But she knew the answer—humans can be and too often are callous towards animals. Disgusted, Chris went to her private apartment, with Buttons quietly padding along with her, and went to bed—sleep alluding her as her mind played-out the day, over and over.
The rest of our intrepid time travelers were in various stages of calling it a day and settling-in for the night.
Some of them would actually sleep.
Season 7—Chapter 10—Unclaimed—Episode 6:
Daisy had been studying her big sister Cujo’s ability to transport and figured out how she did it—sort of. It required tremendous concentration and energy—but it worked, this time. She had greeted her Alpha-Jack when she arrived—but he acted as if he didn’t recognize her.
When she woke up, she got out of the storage compartment and found her Alpha-Jack was also awake, “AR-ROOO!!! you’re alive Alpha-Jack! I was so worried and now I am so happy…”
Her tail was wagging furiously—until, “Where’d you come from beagle? You sure-enough bark a lot!”
Her tail slowed to an occasional half-wag and stopped completely when he said, “You can hang out here if you like, but I need to talk to someone.”
Daisy was devastated, her head down, her sad brown eyes sadder than ever. She looked outside. Alpha-Jack was outside talking to … “Wait! That human looks like Randy Kidd!”
The man, now identified as Alpha-Jack, aka “Boomer,” carrying a mug of freshly brewed, organically & shade grown, fair trade, French Roast coffee, walked over to where the also now identified Randy Kidd was sipping coffee by the campfire with his dog, “You said last night that you might know me.”
“You favor a deputy US marshal I knew back in Wichita Kansas,” Kidd paused briefly before adding, “In 1873.”
“Oh—you’re funny. I don’t know who I am, but I do know it’s 2012. Thanks for your help.”
Medlar Farkleberry had stayed up too late last night playing poker with some of the local colorful characters and he was barely awake when he saw the old Ford pulling a large combination horse trailer drive past the new Cooper house and into his gas station, “Fill, please, diesel.”
The voice sounded familiar, but Lar was just too tired & coffee-deprived to pay much attention. It was only after the driver paid (in cash) and began to pull back out on to Silverthorn Avenue that he noticed a familiar, unmistakably familiar beagle in the trailer.
“Daisy!” he shouted at the tail lights as the truck accelerated down the street.
To be Continued…