Ah, the weekend! Nothing like a little time in the sun, a little food, and a little game of keep-away from my human. You can take a look here:
Of course, I have to let my humans have the ball once in a while, or they lose interest. So, I let them think they're taking the ball away from me. Then I howl so they'll know to give it back, and we start all over again.
Playing keep-away with my humans is fun - for a little while. Eventually, though, I get tired of the game. Then it's time for a little snooze, unless of course there is food to be had. Nothing perks me up like a little snack. Maybe I can get them to serve me on the veranda, whatever that is.
Bark. Bark. Howl.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
The Other Dog
Lately, my human hasn't been home as much as he used to be, and I'm getting a little suspicious. I can't prove anything, but I suspect he's got another dog on the side.
It's late when he gets home, and he's usually too tired to do anything except rub my belly a little and maybe throw the ball once or twice. He doesn't seem to have the energy to chase me when I'm keeping the ball away from him (my favorite game).
I hear the other humans talk about him working so much, but I think he's been cheating on me. After all, I don't see any new treats or toys for me. If he's working extra, where the proof?
So far, I can't prove anything. I sniff every night when he gets home, trying to catch a scent of "the other dog," but so far, nothing. But I know it's out there somewhere.
Regardless of whether it's another beagle, a collie, or, Dog forbid, a poodle, I can wait. Sooner or later, he'll come to his senses and remember whose human he is. When that time comes, I'll be waiting to play keep away or maybe just to lay in his lap. He seems to like that.
It's late when he gets home, and he's usually too tired to do anything except rub my belly a little and maybe throw the ball once or twice. He doesn't seem to have the energy to chase me when I'm keeping the ball away from him (my favorite game).
I hear the other humans talk about him working so much, but I think he's been cheating on me. After all, I don't see any new treats or toys for me. If he's working extra, where the proof?
So far, I can't prove anything. I sniff every night when he gets home, trying to catch a scent of "the other dog," but so far, nothing. But I know it's out there somewhere.
Regardless of whether it's another beagle, a collie, or, Dog forbid, a poodle, I can wait. Sooner or later, he'll come to his senses and remember whose human he is. When that time comes, I'll be waiting to play keep away or maybe just to lay in his lap. He seems to like that.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Freedom!
I got to ride in the big truck the other day, and we had the big white house on wheels behind us. That meant we were going somewhere. Yippee!
I didn't know where we were going, but I didn't care. I just knew there would be new things to sniff, new things to see, new territories to mark.
My human nearly got us in an accident when he almost hit some other human stopped in the middle of the road. If I could have gotten out, I'd have gone and given him a piece of my mind. And, before you ask, yes beagles have minds. We just don't mind all the time. That's a little beagle pun, by the way.
My stay here so far has not been as much fun as I'd hoped it would be. We've spent most of our time inside, but I can't blame my human too much. It has been windy and wet, and I don't care much for water except to drink it once in a while.
Still, I did get to go out and about a few times so i could say hello to the neighbors. Most of them aren't of the same social class, but one must be polite. Even a mutt has feelings, I guess.
My human has promised if the weather gets better he'll take me for a nice long walk. That would be divine. There'd be plenty to see and sniff, and afterward, I could take a nice long nap. A beagle's life can be pretty good sometimes.
Bark. Bark. Howl.
I didn't know where we were going, but I didn't care. I just knew there would be new things to sniff, new things to see, new territories to mark.
My human nearly got us in an accident when he almost hit some other human stopped in the middle of the road. If I could have gotten out, I'd have gone and given him a piece of my mind. And, before you ask, yes beagles have minds. We just don't mind all the time. That's a little beagle pun, by the way.
My stay here so far has not been as much fun as I'd hoped it would be. We've spent most of our time inside, but I can't blame my human too much. It has been windy and wet, and I don't care much for water except to drink it once in a while.
Still, I did get to go out and about a few times so i could say hello to the neighbors. Most of them aren't of the same social class, but one must be polite. Even a mutt has feelings, I guess.
My human has promised if the weather gets better he'll take me for a nice long walk. That would be divine. There'd be plenty to see and sniff, and afterward, I could take a nice long nap. A beagle's life can be pretty good sometimes.
Bark. Bark. Howl.
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