I know I don't post on here often, but I don't always have a lot to say. What do you want from me? I'm a dog for heaven's sake.
How many times can I write about sleeping? I guess I can tell you I have two beds. That way, I'm always fairly close to a place to collapse when I get exhausted from howling at passing dogs or people or when it just gets to be too much having the house to myself.
I could also blog about the fact that I have to roll some stupid ball all over the house in order to get my food. Or the fact that the female human put some sort of plastic cover with little prickly tabs all over it on the places I used to like to get up an lay on when I have the house to myself.
Or maybe I could complain about the fact that the humans put me on a leash whenever they let me outside - all because of some hole in the fence that the neighbors won't fix. I tell you, Rodney Dangerfield has got nothing on me.
I guess I could write about all of those things, but that takes too much effort, and I'm tired. So instead of writing about any of those things, I think I'll go lay down and rest for a while. After all, a beagle needs his beauty sleep - all 18 hours of it.
Bark. Bark. Howl.
