The Beagle's blog

I Can't Find My Friend

 

Where is she?  This is Big Black Dog That Licks My Face.  I haven't seen her in a long time, I don't know where she went, and I don't know how to ask my Butler where she is.

Last time I saw her she was at my house.  I know she hadn't been feeling well - I could tell by her scent she didn't feel good, but I don't know why.  She was slower, a little wobbly, but she was happy and she'd lick my face all the time, and she liked to spend the day at my house with me and the Butler and Beagle Pal.  She was at my house the last time I saw her.  She, my Butler, and Favorite Person - Big Black Dog That Licks My Face's person - they all drove away together in the car that day.  That was the last time I saw her.  Where did they go?  My Butler and Favorite Person came back smelling of the vet's office, but Big Black Dog That Licks My Face did not return.

Now when I go visit Favorite Person I look for Big Black Dog That Licks My Face.  But she's not there.  All her toys are gone, and there's no more kibble in her bowl.  No more bowl either, come to think of it.

Where did she go?  I miss her.  How do I ask Favorite Person where she is?  I can smell that my Butler and Favorite Person are sad when they talk about her.  I hear them say her name; they call her Xena.

I would like to see Big Black Dog That Licks My Face again.  She was my first friend.

My Favorite Dog Friends

I've told you about my favorite humans, so today I'll tell you about my favorite dog friends.  In no particular order.

Happy Dog.  She is always happy.  Even when she's home, not really doing anything, just sniffing around.  She's so happy.  Well, she is a terrier, and they're like that - always ready to GO.  She's happy to play with toys, happy to eat kibble, happy when we come over, and happy to go on a walk.  We both like food, smelly things, chasing squirrels, and food.  Happy Dog lives on my street, but I think my butler forgets that because when we walk by her house - especially in the middle of the day - my Butler just walks by without stopping.  So I have to pull real hard to the front door to remind my Butler that this is Happy Dog's house and we should go inside.

Big Black Dog That Licks My Face.  She's the first friend I met when I moved in with my Butler.  She's a lot bigger than me, but so gentle; I was only 8 or 10 weeks old when we met and she was so friendly.  Back then, when we were young, we used to chase up and down the fence but then I stubbed my toe on a sprinkler so I don't do that any more. Big Black Dog That Licks My Face lives with Favorite Person right next door so when an intruder, like the Man In The White Truck happens by, me and her and Beagle Pal all bark together and make an opera at the window (that's what my Butler calls it, the barking we make).  She likes food, she goes on walks with us, she pulls on the leash like me and Beagle Pal do, and we have sleep overs sometimes.  She also lives with a cat, and not just any cat, but Kitty.  Kitty is Beagle Pal's most favorite thing in the world.

Little Dog. I love Little Dog, but Beagle Pal with his questionable social skills scares him.  Little Dog lives next door, opposite from Big Black Dog That Licks My Face with his mom.  Little Dog has a mom, Big Black Dog That Licks My Face has a mom, Happy Dog has a guardian, and other dogs I know have owners.  Am I the only one to have a Butler?  Anyway, Little Dog lives with his mom and dad.  His Dad has lots of friends that get together during Beer Season, so Little Dog always has visitors and people that come over that might have cookies.  Little Dog loves food like me and my other friends.

Here are some pictures my Butler took one day when my pals were over.  We don't look happy because all the humans kept saying SIT!  DOWN!  STAY!  and we didn't know why, then some body was throwing cookies and we 3 girls are looking for them.

Other Friends I Don't See Too Often.

  

A homeless pup we kept a while.  My cousin in Texas.  Another beagle who was my friend when we were puppies and with whom I caused trouble with.  A youngster Beagle Pal loves.  A stray who lived with us a while.

A pretty good circle of friends.  And each comes with a human that potentially has cookies.

Beagle Pal's Pic!

My silly little pal, Beagle Pal, got his picture on a web site!  Good for you, Beagle Pal.  You may not have your own blog, and you can't wave or sit or show 2 paws or play hide and seek like I can, but if you got your picture on-line, you must not be all that bad.  It's not the best picture, my Butler took it while Beagle Pal was running, but it is pretty cute.  Don't you go getting all stuck-up now, just remember that I am The Beagle.

My Favorite People

Yesterday was my birthday and my Butler forgot.  Good thing my Favorite Person called to wish me a happy birthday, which admonished my Butler into finally acknowledging the day's Importance.  Can you imagine? my Butler forgot my birthday.  I'm so thankful to my Favorite Person.  So, I'd like to tell you about My Top Five Favorite People.

#1.  My number-one all-time favorite person is Favorite Person.  She lives next door and she takes care of The Big Dog That Licks My Face.  She's my favorite person because she doesn't give me baths or give me medicine.  The Big Dog That Licks My Face is so lucky to live with Favorite Person.  She doesn't give me as many cookies as my Butler does, and she doesn't go on outings with me as often as my Butler does, and she's not as easy to train as my Butler is, but she is my favorite person.

#2.  My second favorite person is The Lady That Teaches Me.  My Butler first took me to school when I was just a little puppy.  I love school.  I learned how to do really simple things like sit, and put my belly flat down, and stay, and wave my paw, and walk nice on a leash.  These were such simple things to learn because I got cookies!  The Lady That Teaches Me gave me cookies every time I sat on the floor.  Wow, I really loved school.  I'm not going to school anymore, but I still go see The Lady That Teaches Me and she still gives me cookies, so she is my second-favorite person.

#3.  My Butler is my third-favorite person, a close follow-up behind Favorite Person and The Lady That Teaches Me.  I like her because she gives me dinner, and goes out with me every day, and in general makes sure I am happy and healthy and have that which I need.  I got my Butler when I was only 8 weeks old, an excellent achievement for a puppy.  And while she was not easy to train, I finally taught her how I wanted things to be, and she is the person I seek out when I feel low or scared, she is the person I most depend on and count on.

#4.  My fourth favorite person is The Little Dog Who Runs Fast's mom.  She lives next door, but on the opposite side from Favorite Person.  She takes care of a friend of mine, The Little Dog Who Runs Fast.  She's a really nice person, she's easy to train, and she's the only person in the area who considers herself a "mom" to the dog she takes care of.  The Little Dog Who Runs Fast is lucky to have a mom.

#5.  I'm not ashamed to say that my Favorite Vet is my #5 favorite person.  Many dogs will growl in protest to know I like my doctor, but I'm proud to admit I do.  I have numerous vets that take care of me, but my Favorite Vet is my favorite.  She's so gentle, and she works really hard to keep my allergies away.  I am allergic to everything, and my Favorite Vet helps me get over it and feel better.  She never gives me cookies, but I like her just the same.

Those are my most favorite people.  At some later point I'll tell you about my best dog friends.

Beagle Pal Speaks

My beagle pal was sniffing around in MY blog the other day and said he wanted to contribute.  Oh, yeah, right, as if he would have anything interesting to say.  But my Butler says I have to let him.  So, here's what my beagle pal has to say:

Itwassoexciting!IgotoutofbedtodayandlookedoutthewindowanditwasMORNINGagain. Isawbirdsandasquirrelandalizardandapersonwithadogwalkedby. IHOWLEDandBARKEDtoallerteveryone. Thenweatebreakfast,Ihadchickenandpotatoeswithoutvegetables. AndthenaNAP,Ilovenaps.Thisisthebestdayever!! 

My beagle pal came to live with us about 3 years ago.  Me and him are the same age, but I'm so much more refined.  My Butler thinks that my beagle pal's first family just ignored him and didn't teach him anything when he was a puppy.  He's not as smart as me, that's for sure.  I occasionally ask my Butler when he's going back home, but she says he's here to stay.  At least he doesn't compete with me for Top Dog status, he shows me deference, and he knows I come first.

He's sort of fun to have around, though.  Before my beagle pal came to live here, out on walks, I used to just walk nicely next to my Butler, but my beagle pal taught me how to pull and lunge on the leash when we see other dogs.  He also taught me, that instead of just looking, I could bark and howl out the window when people with dogs walk by.  (When we do this my Butler calls it The Opera At The Window, because my beagle pal's voice is soprano and mine is baritone.)  So, he's been useful for that.  I guess the best part of having my beagle pal around is that, since he won't eat cookies, I get them!

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.