Five rules for the beagle: Get out of that bed! (during the day) Come on, get off the couch! beddy by. (time to go to bed) Sit! Wait! (put leash on for daily walk) Go around. (when line is stuck under the porch outside) Get out of that! (eating the cat's dinner)
I took the beagle for a walk today after being in the bed for a few days (not me, the dog). If the bedroom door isn't closed and its raining out, that's where he goes. During our excursion the dog found a flattened frog. He began to chew as fast as he could as I protested. Usually I have to dig things out of his mouth that don't belong in there. This, I was not mouth diving for. As he chewed and I pulled on him he dropped the shadow of a frog. I quickly pulled him away, but he was determined to finish the thing. Luckily the leashed snapped him an inch before his nose could inhale the last whiff. Poor thing he was very disappointed as we continued walking, until he locked onto the next exciting sniff, a huge horse 200 feet up the road. WOOOOF!
I don't blame you for not wanting to get the frog out of his mouth.
The beagle was lying literally in the sun beam chewing on an empty cat can. What ecstasy, until I took the can away. Then he went upstairs to his usual place, "Get out of that bed!"
Here's a story about dogs that I wrote on my blog: www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?b=8575
good story, I always love reading about animals.
The beagle ate all 6 grilled chicken breasts off the table after supper. Hubby forgot to take the chicken plate off the table, after we read the paper. Beagle was banished to the backyard for the evening, while husband lamented his chicken sandwich for lunch. Beagle is now currently sleeping in the bed dreaming of chasing real chickens.
Helga, glad you liked the story, it's quite amusing to tell. I also like animal stories.
Hi all, Like to say hello. I am a dog addict. Yes, sad but true. I love all breeds, but as you can tell by my avatar I have a Cavalier. Stunning and clever. She is two and a half. Prior to getting her a few years ago, I owned an Australian Terrier. He lived until he was 17. Both my dogs were runts of their litters both were put down by family and friends and both proved to be the better of the litter. It goes to show, never underestimate size. Mary
Hey. I have two dogs, Mario and Limerick. Limerick is an Irish terrier about 1 year old. Mario is a German short haired pointed-English setter mix about 1 and 1/2 years old. He looks like a nice dog, but he is pure mischief. Mario, in the first six months we owned him, ate two windowsills, a pack of hot glue sticks, a peach, pit and all, a box of sparklers, and his dog bed. Nothing happened to him. Except a good kick in the rear for the windowsills.
