Being Beagle

My Heart Just Isn't In It

2006-10-24T14:34:00.000-06:00

I am not made for blogging. I am taking a break (indefinite?). I feel my time is better spent commenting on other blogs and dreaming of the bacon bridge.
However, I will leave you with this parting gift of the Man Lock.
Too many jokes....
Head might explode...

I Am Not Made For The Outdoors

2006-10-10T16:26:00.000-06:00

Poopbagger and other various poopbaggers decided it would be great to stay at a cabin with no electricity. This would have been fine say two months ago, but it is October and the nights and mornings are COLD. I was not impressed and found myself under Poopbagger's sleeping bag most of the weekend.
Did I mention the rats? You heard me....rats. It didn't help that I was surrounded by labs and retrievers that love this *%#@. I say you can have it. I'll take my new plush comfort cove bed any day over this stuff.

Hard To Be Humble

2006-10-04T12:07:00.000-06:00

Guest Blogger:

Please don't hate me for my cuteness and perfection. It's not as easy as it looks.

Franklin

It Proved Irresistible

2006-10-02T12:23:00.000-06:00

Damn the softness. Poopbagger wins this time. THIS time.

I'LL SHOW HER

2006-09-29T09:57:00.000-06:00

Poopbagger got me this bed as a means to rid her guilt of ruining my life. She spent a pretty penny on this one and has displayed it prominently in the TV room.
My reaction you ask.....

I refuse to go anywhere near it.

He Who Will Ruin My Life

2006-09-25T16:18:00.000-06:00

Meet Franklin.

He will be suckling on the gravy train of my life. Who said I needed help???

A pox on Poopbagger!! I hope this devil disguised as irresistable cuteness has to poop every half hour on the hour every night. Now who's cute? Huh??

These Paws Were Made For Walkin'

2006-09-25T11:25:00.001-06:00

I would love to enter some new photos here, but apparently something is amiss with my computer. Every time I try to post something with a photo it won't work. Apparently my beagle paws are just too fat and clumsy to get it right. Oh well, Auntie Connie will be here soon and can hopefully help. Poopbagger is worthless with these things. If turning the computer off and on again doesn't work, she has nowhere else to turn.
Speaking of Connie, she turns 30 this week. Sooooo, go on over to blogger.com/theredbasement and give her a big cyber sloppy dog lovin' lick of the face. She's pretty awesome and lets me cuddle with her whenever she visits.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CONNIE. I'M SAVIN' ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU....

These Paws Were Made For Walkin'

2006-09-25T11:25:00.000-06:00

I'VE BEEN WHAT???

2006-09-18T17:10:00.000-06:00

Apparently those in blog land want to know five things about me. While I would love to fill you in more, and I will fulfill that obligation, I will not be 'tagging" others as I only know a few and they are already tagged.
So five things:

1) I love to eat deer poo. They are like little chocolate covered raisins for dogs.

2) I suck on my hip when I am relaxed. Poopbagger thinks I was weaned too early. I just think I like to suck on my hip.

3) I don't like to stick my head out of the car window. I know, I know, its liberating blah, blah, blah. It's just not my style.

4) I like to poop in Petsmart. I doesn't matter how much poopbagger walks me before entering the store. I just do it.

5) I like to give a good tea bag now and then even though the essential "equipment" was snipped many a moon ago.

Hey, if you got some deep doggy secrets that are really not secret at all do tell. Selma? Miles? Sid, word up on your postings.
Also, I guess I would also like to take this opportunity to let Sid and ol' Connie know that I would love to put you down as blogs, but poopbagger can't seem to work it without ruining the whole spacing of the blog. Connie, your services will be needed in the future. Unitl then, if anyone else other than Sid and Connie check this site, please click on the site links in comments of some great blogs. Also, I am a closet Wally fan, but have yet to let him know. Which leads me to:

6) I'm shy and cannot believe I have a blog.

Something I Can Get Behind

2006-09-12T13:48:00.000-06:00

These two pups are part of Poopbagger's Brother's litter. They are fun to chase, but sometimes don't know when to just LEAVE ME ALONE.

The runt claims he will be a Huskey Football Player when he grows up. The alpha perfers a more solo career as a Huskey Golf Player. What ever. As long as I get to cheer for my species, I'm cool.

My Demise

2006-09-08T11:30:00.000-06:00

This is poopbagger's current puppy de jur she claims to be bringing home in a little over a month. My reign is in jeopardy...

Eight-Year-Olds, Dude....Eight-Year-Olds

2006-09-06T13:52:00.000-06:00

Now that poopbagger and I are offically in our new hood, I have become quite the celebrity around the block. You see, a couple of eight-year-old girls come to the house when poopbagger gets home and asks if I can come play/walk with them. Poopbagger thinks this is great, but I am left to ponder if this is such a good idea. While I am also technically eight, in dog years that would make me in my mid-50s. Does this make me a pervert?

I have to admit, I like the attention. Also, I can get away with pulling on my leash now. These girls have nothing on the upper arm strength I am used to with carries-the-bags. As such, I rule my travels. It is a freedom that is so exciting that I have been motivated to run figure eights till I puke when let off of the leash. Basically, I am pleased in deed with this new addition to my life. I just hope it doesn't come to an end.

First down......MONTANA!!!!!

2006-08-29T11:19:00.000-06:00

It's that time of year. The time when poopbagger completely ignores me for hours on end on Saturday afternoons. While it angers me to no end, I understand. Who doesn't love a little Cotton-Eyed Joe and brilliant college football. While it may not be Big 10, it is good times. Go Griz!

TROUBLE??

2006-08-24T16:59:00.000-06:00

Concern does not even touch what I feel right now. Poopbagger has been saying such things on the phone lately as "how many male puppies" "are their eyes open yet" and "when can I come chose?" In the words of Lady Cathrine DeBurge of Pride and Prejudice, this is all very vexing.

Wuv...Twuu Wuv

2006-08-02T14:50:00.000-06:00

SOOOOOO UNNECESSARY

2006-08-02T09:41:00.000-06:00

I understand managing the health and safety of people, but this is ridiculous.
Chinese county culls 50,000 dogs
http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/asiapcf/08/01/china.dogs.ap
/index.html

I thought I felt a disturbance in the force, but I never thought it was this tragic.

Its Just Been One Of Those Weeks

2006-07-31T10:11:00.000-06:00

M F H-O-T

2006-07-18T14:53:00.000-06:00

Yo. I'z understanzs it hot throughout the US of A, but a Beagle needs sum respect! Poopbagger bought a kiddie pool. Bitch knows I don't like me no water. Yet there she is, thowin' my azz in, sayin' it's for my own good. How'd she like it if a motha three times her body LB's tossed her sorry poop machine in.

I think its time for me to find my own pad.

UNION, UNION, UNION

2006-07-17T13:34:00.000-06:00

I'm a little uneasy today. Yesterday, my main bitch Kiyah (shown here) was doing her duty in trying to keep the rodents in their place when she inadvertently knocked down a piece of fence. Instead of being praised for her thankless work, she was scolded. SCOLDED!
I mean, look at the picture here. Look at the dedication in her eyes as she protects the Universe, or at least our fenced in portion of the Universe from the bushy-tailed invaders.
We are currently in talks of starting a union to demand the respect we deserve.

JEBUS IS THAT YOU

2006-07-13T16:13:00.000-06:00

Is this possible, or have I made it to the pearly gates?
And if anyone responds with stories about pets "crossing the bridge" or being "bridge kids" I'm gonna work up a mean case of acid reflux and puke in your house.
Back to this vision. Please oh please let this be for real and let it be wrapped in a bow at the new house. Oh God, its just too good.

COLOR ME HAPPY

2006-07-12T13:05:00.000-06:00

The poop bagger is officially closing on a new house today and there is a rumor floating that there will be a dog door installed.
Free at last. Free at last.
The only down side to the new house is that there are few to none bushy-tailed rodents in the area. While I profess my hatred, the little buggers are a large source of my amusement during the tortuous 8-5 the poop bagger is out of my sight. I will just have to find something else to dominate my thoughts. Some of the things on my list:
Is Suri Cruise real?
How can I get poop bagger to feed me her dinner?
Can anti-matter really exist?
What is that smell?
Why are homework and housework two different things?
When will I get more treats?
Where is poop bagger?

Remember My Favorite Things...

2006-07-10T15:59:00.000-06:00

And then I don't feel so bad.
It's Monday, which means my poop bagger is working and not focusing all attention on me for the next five days. I've already sniffed the perimeter of the house six times today. Now all I have left to do is make sure I sit on every piece of furniture before 6:00 in order to leave little black, white and brown hairs that are impossible to get off.
Goals for tomorrow:
Watch f*cking squirrels in yard.
Eat something on walk tonight that will make me puke in house tomorrow for poop bagger's enjoyment.
Sniff perimeter of house seven times.
Nap.
Finish thesis on the smells of my neighborhood (It's been six years, I can't keep putting this off forever.)