The Beagle's blog

Jobs

Remember I told you before that somehow having a job is the same as having stew for dinner and how my Butler didn't have a job so I was getting weird dinners?  In the mean time, my Butler now has a bunch of part-time jobs; they're not much, but they keep stew in the freezer.  Well, a funny thing happened.  I've been offered a job.

It happened like this.  One day my Butler took me and Beagle Pal to a thing called An Event where there were about a million dogs and people, and the smell of cookies filled the air.  So many people!  So many cookies!  There was a kitchen at The Event, which is where me and Beagle Pal hung out, and there was a school too.  It's at the school the funny thing happened.

Now, when I was a puppy my Butler used to take me to school.  She'd put me in the car and say "Do you want to go to school and see Heather?" and I'd start whining because I love school because I got food there.  Heather was in charge at the school and she is my #2 Favorite Person.  Heather taught my Butler how to give me cookies when I did things like SIT and WAVE and WHISPER.  So when I saw a school at The Event I calculated my chances of cookies would increase by 63% if I could drag my Butler over there.

The person at this school wasn't Heather, but she was like Heather, telling me to do things and handing out treats and praise.  Me and my Butler showed Like Heather all the things we do together and Like Heather said she wanted to give me a job.  Me!  Not my Butler!  I know it was me because she said "I'd like to give The Beagle a job".  My Butler's ears pricked at that, for sure.

Like Heather says I could be on TV.  She said that if my Butler trained me some more (imagine, my Butler training me!  It goes the other way around!) and if I got my CGC certification I could become a studio-savvy dog and be on TV.  I don't know what it means but that is what the job is that Like Heather offered.  My Butler said okay.

I got to work soon as I had a nap after The Event and taught my Butler another way to give me a cookie when I sit up.  She calls it BEG.  Stay tuned and I'll let you know when I'm studio-savvy.

The Beagle Knows Biscuit Company's website

Welcome to The Beagle Knows Biscuit Company's website redirect.  The website is at the dog park, so you are brought here, to my blog, to order cookies.  My Butler is still baking, but she's doing other things too, so just tell me what kind of cookies you want, or if you need a chicken cake for your pup's birthday.  I am The Beagle and I am in charge.

The Man In The White Truck

The man in the white truck brings cookies!  It's happened more than once now.  How does he know I love cookies?  See it happens this way.  Every morning a white truck drives along both sides of my street and it stops in front of people's houses.  When the white truck stops at my house my beagle pal howls and barks and carries on, and he's so embarrassing.  When the white truck stops at my house I can see the man in it and he gives my Butler papers and things, but he gives me and my beagle pal cookies!  And the good kind!  Not those health-food cookies that taste bad.

Well, no, health-food cookies don't taste bad, they are wonderful.  Really taste like meat.  I love meat.  I love those kinds of cookies - no funny after taste, no bad breath, no bits that taste like plastic.  I love healthy cookies.  The man in the white truck, however, gives me not-health-food cookies and I love those.  They have a funny after taste and there are bits in them that taste like plastic and they don't taste like meat at all.  They are so good.

So when the man in the white truck gives me a cookie, like a proper beagle, I snarfel it right down and then sit and Look Cute so he might give me another, which he usually does.  My beagle pal, on the other hand, he takes his cookie in his mouth and just sits there!  Can you imagine?  Here you are with a cookie that really gets the drool going, and you just hold it.  Well, yesterday my beagle pal buried his in the back yard and I know it's there some place but I haven't had time to devote all my attention to finding it.  I've been so busy, what with barking at that man in the white truck, and barfing up breakfast, and napping.

I love when the man in the white truck comes by and brings cookies.

Cookies Today

We had cookies today!  I love cookies, I'll do anything for a cookie.  I can show you both my paws, and I can wave, I can show you my belly, and sit, and get down on the floor, and I can whisper, I can be loud, I can walk close, and I can run fast to you - all because I got cookies to learn how.  But today my beagle pal and I got cookies and She didn't ask us to do any of that.  We just got to eat them.  This is the best day ever!

A New Blog

My Butler wants me to start a blog, to give my impression of Life and The World.  Well, I'm a beagle, and while I may be exceptionally gorgeous and intelligent and deserving, I am just an average beagle who understands the world by using my nose.  I sniff things.  I smell things.  I understand and learn with my nose.  So, if that's okay, I'll be happy to share my views and thoughts.

Right now my thoughts are about cookies.  My Butler makes really delicious cookies.  She started the business, but I was the Inspiration behind The Beagle Knows Biscuit Company.  And let me tell you, I am a beagle who knows.  With my nose.  I know where the worms hide after the rain.  I know how to find the peanuts the crows bury in the grass.  I know there is a kibble by the wall under the washer.  I know if She has a cookie or not when She says SIT.  I know when She's hiding that stinky medicine and comes after me.  I know.

So I will tell you about my world, which revolves around cookies.