Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Someone's Been Reading My Blog

And she's sitting in my cozy spot of warm laundry right now!
Olive Badger, stealing my good idea!
She says she isn't into reading much, but she never got into the clean clothes until after I wrote about it.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

I Should Be Less Discriminating

I should be less discriminating in my garbage eating.  If I wasn't so picky, I'd have gotten all the garbage eaten up and Mom would never have found Sarah Beagle and I gorging ourselves.  The only reason Olive Badger wasn't outside with us is that she was laid up with a tummy full of garbage already.

I would like to point out that thanks to our snow storm last week, it's been two weeks since garbage pick up and the full to overflowing can practically insisted we tip it over and investigate.

Mom says that sort of investigation is not okay, ever, even with delightfully wicked smells that beg to be sorted out.  The girls and I will respectfully disagree with her on this, but Mom laid down the lay and set up a booby trap so we can't get into the garbage again.

Well, we could.  If we wanted to.  That rake laying on top of the can is not that scary.  Just a little scary!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Two Dogs and An Acquaintance

We are a three dog family.  We have three crates lined up in the kitchen, and no, Sarah Beagle and I are not upset that our crates are beige and Olive Badger's crate is pink and pinker.  Our crates are bigger and do not smell like pee.  We have three leashes, three dishes, and three different spots to curl up next to Mom in bed.

But one of us has suddenly decided that she should bark and howl and carry on at 4:30 in the morning.  After our holiday bouts with illness, Mom or Dad jump out of bed to check to make sure all three of us dogs were okay and not sick.  We're fine.  I'm barely awake, but I'm fine.

We've just got an agitator in the midst.

Sarah Beagle might not seem like the sharpest tack, but she's figured out that barking brings Mom and then she's let out of her crate and if she's quick enough, she can get into Mom and Dad's bed and settle in.  It's worked for awhile, but now Mom and Dad are wise to her and have been ignoring her.

Which has only succeeded in making her crank up her howls, making Mom have dark circles under her eyes, and Dad giving Sarah Beagle looks of pure ire.  Luckily Sarah noticed and was silent this morning.  I hope it continues.  We were on the edge of being a two dog and an acquaintance family!

Friday, January 13, 2012

I Had Just Gotten Cozy

One of my favorite days of the week is the day Mom does laundry.  She has this rule about folding laundry as soon as it comes out of the dryer and she never lets a load of clothes sit in the basket.  Often, she dumps it all out on the couch or the chair and folds it while she watches TV.

My favorite part comes when Mom dumps it, then quickly fills that basket with dirty clothes and loads the washing machine.  While she's doing that, I claim my prize spot, right in the middle of the pile of warm, clean clothes.  Or towels.  Or anything fresh from the dryer.  I'm in there in the second Mom isn't looking, and I am making myself the best darn nap spot in the world.  

At least, I am until Mom comes back.  Then she makes me move and I do it as slowly as I can, just in case she feels guilty and changes her mind and lets me stay.   After all, I had just gotten cozy.  A short nap wouldn't have been too much to ask!

Mom says it would.  

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Beagle Fans Are Very Friendly

I have noticed in my jaunty walks out and about, that if a person is a Beagle lover, you will have no qualms about talking to a complete stranger who is walking two Beagles and a Badger.

You won't hesitate to call down from your second floor balcony to have a chit chat in the early morning to discuss how good looking we Beagles are. You will slow your bike down to a very wobbly crawl so you can let us know you've got a Beagle at home. You will walk past us with your big, non Beagle dog to tell us how fat your Beagle is at home.

You will pause in your hike to ask if we Beagles are the baying kind. When we meet on the sidewalk, with you walking your Beagle, and us walking our Mom, you will comment on how wonderful Beagles are. You will come over to us while we are camping and strike up a conversation that leads us to learn that your Beagle and myself, Emma Beagle, are actually related and can trace our roots back to the same home. I had thought that old girl was exceptionally lovely.....she looked just like me!

The only downside to all this Beagle love is that we aren't all Beagles. Good thing Olive Badger isn't too aware of that. She basks in the glow of Beagle adoration, confident that while she isn't a Beagle exactly, she is a lovely Badger and all Beagle Fans notice her too, but don't say anything because they don't want to hurt any Beagle feelings.

Sarah Beagle and I have agreed that we will let her keep on believing that! 

Friday, January 6, 2012

Olive Badger Refuses To Share

Christmas was, as expected, deliriously wonderful!
Christmas dog treats stuffed in our stockings!
Three new squeaker toys!
Three new soft toys!
All three were commandeered by Olive as soon as we go the wrapping off.
Here Olive is being told to share......
 And here she is clearly not listening.
 I thought she might learn to share after the newness wore off.  
She has not.  
Here she is on Mom's bed with all three toys, all of which she had crammed into her tiny little mouth!
 I think that might be a feat worthy or Ripley's Believe it or Not.

 Here she is refusing to let Sarah Beagle have one toy.  One. 
It might look like it's a game of tug of war, but trust me, I was there.
It wasn't a game where Olive Badger is concerned.
The good news is I've got a Dad who loves to play fetch with me.  He just takes up any old toy he wants and throws it to me and doesn't let Olive take it from us.  
He's my Hero!