And, really, why shouldn’t she be?
“Dear Human:
You are getting sleepy. Very, very sleepy. You want to walk to the dog treat cupboard. You want to pull out all the treats! You want to feed me now. Nownownownownow!!!”
She interrupts me. I interrupt her. Elle A. Muse is unfortunately not amused…
What a great face! My dogs know that cupboard in our house too.
She’d just woken up from a nap. That’s my son in the background. He was petting her.
Ahhh. I miss my sweet beagle. Even if she was fiendishly capable of opening knapsacks and digging through purses for anything remotely edible, like my mother’s Bette Davis-inspired red lipstick. She was still one of the most loveable dogs I’ve known.
I keep forgetting you had a beagle, Laura. So you’ll appreciate this story. Allie and I were in the dog park yesterday, and this man we’ve never met before told me he had a beagle once – for two years. It was a stray that wandered into their house one night. They couldn’t find the owners, so they kept the dog. Two years later, the dog left the house and they never saw it again.
That beagle was on its own Incredible Journey.