Arroo! Aroo! Arroo arrrooo roo! Roo!

~Andi the Dachshund

I really dig your long, floppy ears. That’s why I love my parents’ beagle/Australian cattle dog mix, Foster. In observing my parents’ beagle, I’ve learned that the best quality of your breed is its great big heart. My parents’ Foster is such a sweet heart, following them into every room. He will jump right on the couch next to them and watch TV. In fact, the few times I’ve slept over, he’s dutifully kept my feet warm all night by curling up down there.

People talk about your willfulness as if it’s a bad thing. I have found this quality very cool about beagles, though at times a bit trying. Still, when Foster pushes the limits a little, it is like a child testing how far he can push his parents… In the end, Foster eventually does what his parents want! The little bursts of energy he exhibits only show how bold a personality he has.

If I ever have room for a dog in my life, I would consider a beagle. I love a pet that I can snug who wants to be around me. And, well, those floppy ears look like pigtails on a long-haired child, and they are just so irresistable!

Welcome home. I’m Nicholas. The big crazy guy (BCG) - he refers to himself as BJ - is in the kitchen, so I gotta dash this off quickly before he finds out that I’ve memorized his log on, can access the Amazon account etc. Don’t know about you, but I came from the Rescue Society. Apparently someone found me wandering out and about on Bastille Day. Maybe I was a Fourth of July escapee. After that I spent 30 days at the County Pound and then the Rescue folks came to protect me. Hmmm 40 days…. BCG took me in for a two week trial and the rest is history. In my experience the Key thing is to just be adorable for about a week or so. After that, they get hooked and can’t imagine life without you. I’m glad to hear that you have regular companionship, even if she is a cat. The BCG doesn’t have any other animals so he arranged a regular play date for me. She’s an Old English Sheep Dog. Her name is Alexandra. (Yeah, I know, Nicholas and Alexandra. The BCG really has to get a life). Alex and I keep each other occupied while Daddy and Poppa go out and earn kibble. I also recvommend that you let PB & SB find out about your own exquisite beagleness from you. I don’t know whether PB & SB will be pushovers like the BCG. Just by wagging my tail and looking adorable, I got to go on a 45 minute walk at 1:30AM Christmas morning after the BCG got back home from the Christmas Eve service. I didn’t find any reindeer, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. BCG also said that I might not be much of a rabbit chaser since the Easter Bunny somehow managed to get into the house. The trainers who are trying to obedience train the BCG are amazed and perplexed that I’m not food motivated because all their methods assume that I’ll work for food. HA! Just who is in charge here? I don’t think that the BCG is going to be able to pass obedience training. Harumph! I’m happy that you have landed in a kind and loving household. Love them with all your heart, your mind, and whatever else you have. Ooops, gotta sign off now, the BCG is coming down the hall.

Nicholas the Ridiculous

Puppies were put on earth to give humans a lot of practice at forgiveness. This might be true for grownup dogs, too; ask me in a few years.

Love, Maya, age 9 months and still alive to tell the tale and wag the tail.

P.S. If you wag something off the table with your tail, it’s yours.