The beagles are good at indicating when the missus is about to have an epileptic seizure, so they get to sit in the bathroom with her while she has a shower. Afterwards, they always seem so peaceful. Today it even extended to Breena sharing her beanbag.
I’m not supposed to get it down off that really high hook you put it on. The fact that I did really means something. You know what I want.
Or: Kerry brought me her harness. I think she wants a walk.
Breena really can get sulky while waiting for the missus to feed her. My partner turned around and caught this look while cooking the beagles’ breakfast.
You may have noticed that most of the posts about our beagles involve food in some way. This is because they are beagles, and there are only four things that matter to beagles: food, affection, sleep, and food.
The other day, Breena was pestering me to give her breakfast as soon as I’d made their porridge. I asked her if she wanted a burned tongue again, and her response was to shut up and back off by two whole meters.
Dogs need vegetable matter, not just meat, so these two get a bit of porridge for breakfast. One day, I had a migraine and needed to sit down, so I gave it to them before it had a chance to cool down, thinking that my wonderful beagles were smart enough to leave it alone for a bit. Breena was apparently too hungry and burned her tongue, so when I got up because I heard her whimpering, I was treated to the sight of a beagle who was afraid of food. This sight happened every day for a month, and she is still cautious about her porridge.
Kerry gets scared of storms and fireworks, so I wrapped her up in her blanket. When she came begging for dinner, she dragged her blankie with her.
This has been Breena’s beanbag ever since we first brought her home, and she can get very possessive of it.
We were looking over old pictures, and found this one: one of the first instances of Breena being a good mummy, directly after becoming a mummy.
It’s so hot, even the beagles want an ice brick.