Dogs

The Beagle Tattles That Mom Assaulted Him!

Posted on February 28, 2013 by dogear6

Dear Readers – I don’t understand why Mom calls me a tattle tale.  Geez – all I’m doing is reporting the truth as I see it.  And as we all know, I’m right.

Wanna play? Dare you!

Wanna play? Dare you!

So it started innocently enough.  Mom grabbed the towel away, enticing my big brother to play.  He loves playing tug with the towel and sometimes she is foolish enough to let him do it lets him do it.

Opening gambit. Do you want the towel?

Opening gambit. Do you want the towel?

So there’s a lot of jumping, tugging and growling (my big brother, not Mom).  But was that good enough?  NO!  It wasn’t!

And the answer is YES!

And the answer is YES!

Mom starts chasing my brother, shaking the towel at him.  He’d grab it, growl, and then she’d grab it back and start chasing him again.

And the beagle objects!

And the beagle objects!

Well, I couldn’t resist howling at the two of them.  I mean, was this stupid or what!  So I let them know my opinion.

I'll cheat if that's the only way to beat Dad.

See that cheating paw?

So what happened?  Mom turns around and mugs me.  Yes, she mugs me!  She said she was only playing, but I jumped sideways to get away from her.  Then my brother gave me a noogie.  Nuggie?  Whatever.  He rubbed the towel all over the top of my head.

Mine, mine, mine!

Mine, mine, mine!

Eeew!  They assaulted me.  And all I did was run wild circles around them, howling, and getting stepped on.  Oh yeah, and Mom stepped on me too.  Honestly, she needs to be more careful when I get in her face to howl some more.

Higher! Higher!

Higher! Higher!

And then she laughed at me!  Oh wait, I’ve said that before, haven’t I?  But it’s true!  She laughed at me!  And told me it was my fault!

The beagle sees his chance to get the toy!

The beagle sees his chance to get the toy!

Of course, she didn’t get any pictures of herself doing that.  So she told asked Dad to redo the whole thing again.

He gets it!

He gets it!

Heh heh heh.  I actually got the towel this time.  I couldn’t believe it.  I got the towel!  I got the towel!

And gets pushed off the couch!

And gets pushed off the couch!

And got hip checked right off the couch.  Oh the indignity of it!  And of course, I let go of the towel.  Two seconds and I lost it.  Mom says I’m using too many exclamation points.  Sheesh, what a crab.  Oh, sorry Mom.  I didn’t see you there.  NO!  NO!  Don’t take the keyboard away.  I’ll be good.

Hey – you guys got any treats?  I need some, so send as many as you can.  Uh-oh.  Mom told me last time not to ask for treats.  Well, that’s just too. . . whoops.  Gotta go!  Mom’s on a rampage!

Love ya!  Send treats!

The Beagle

[Editor's note:  The beagle IS a tattletale despite what he thinks.  His stories can be found at:

Get Out Of The Garden!

Magic Shower Water (she made me take a shower!)

It Was All Dad's Fault (that the ball got lost)

Play Ball! (Mom made me into a movie star)

Loving His Momma

I hope you enjoy reading his side of the story - remember though that his view is quite biased as to who was right and who was wrong.]

Categories: Beagle Stories, Dogs | Tags: , , , , | 21 Comments

Book Review: You’re Already Amazing

Posted on February 25, 2013 by dogear6

[Today's photos are from this week's photo challenge of "forward", using pictures from Christmas 2011 at our daughter's house.  To see more pictures of the puppy at play, click here.]

One of the non-fiction books that I recently completed was “You’re Already Amazing” by Holly Gerth.  Written for Christian women, it encourages us to accept and apply to our lives that we are the way God made us and that it’s time to let go of the expectations, the over-busyness, and the overly critical ways we treat ourselves.

At the very end, she summarizes her book by saying:

You’re already amazing because God made you, formed you, and lives within you.  You’re amazing because you belong to him, because he has a plan for your life, because with him there’s nothing you can’t do.

We're looking forward to visiting our daughter if we just get through this traffic!

We’re looking forward to visiting our daughter if we just get through this traffic!

Her website has interactive tools from the book that can be downloaded.

Other things I enjoyed from her book:

  • Appreciate our strengths and accept our weakness, because if we were good at everything, we wouldn’t focus on anything.
  • Our goal is not to be perfect nor is it to make everyone happy.
  • The skills we use to display our strengths will change with the seasons of our lives.
  • God doesn’t compare us to anyone us and neither should we.
  • ALL of our emotions are gifts from God.
  • God’s journey for our life is different than everyone else’s.
  • We need to align our lives with love in the way God created us to be.
It's always much better to see the sunset when we look forward instead of looking into the mirror to see it behind us.

It’s always much better when we’re driving on these trips to see the sunset when we look forward instead of looking into the mirror to see it behind us.

In the book, Holly says:

You are not required to please people.  You don’t have to meet their expectations.  You are a servant with one master. . . If you’re loving God, others, and yourself, then you’re already doing enough. . . You have a purpose no one else has, and how that unfolds will look different for you than for any other woman in your life.

This is hard for women!  We feel that we have to keep up with others around us; meet the expectations of our families, friends and employers; and in general, be someone other than who we really are.

There's usually a litter of puppies when we go visit. This one got himself stuck under the table. He eventually propelled himself forward and got out. We weren't sympathetic - it kept him out of mischief for a few minutes.

There’s usually a litter of puppies when we go visit. This one got himself stuck under the table. He eventually propelled himself forward and got out. We weren’t sympathetic – it kept him out of mischief for a few minutes.

It’s a fine line to walk – the need to improve ourselves and wear off our rough edges while accepting our personalities, needs and wants and not letting others diminish or denigrate them.  For example, my need for solitude replenishes me mentally, emotionally and physically.  If I’m not careful though, it can also be an excuse to avoid people and situations and not get things done.

I highly recommend the book and the exercises at the end of each chapter plus the end of the book.  It’s a welcome encouragement to be ourselves and see our lives as Jesus intended them to be.

Awww. . . so tired after being a terror. At least he fell asleep facing forward so I could get some pictures of that sweet face.

Awww. . . so tired after being a terror. At least he fell asleep facing forward so I could get some pictures of that sweet face.

Categories: Books, Dogs, Holidays, Life Lessons | Tags: , , , , , | 10 Comments

The Beagle Loves His Momma

Posted on January 13, 2013 by dogear6

Dear Readers – Got any treats?  (Never mind.  Mom said that’s impolite).

Dear Kind and Gentle Readers - It’s the beagle here to share more of my life with you.  If you have any treats, I’d love to have them now!  (waddya mean I can’t ask for treats?  Patti’s reading this – she’ll give me one!  I bet Jaimie and Darlene will too!).

Here I am, walking over to my Momma.

Here I am, walking over to my Momma.

Okay, never mind, no treats (but I’ll always take one if you have one to offer – just don’t tell Mom).

So the other day I was in the yard, doing my grid search for new bunny trails, when I noticed that I was the only dog out there!  Now that’s not a big deal, as my bigger brother would rather sleep on the couch than go outside and the little guy gets cold faster than I do.

Am I a good dog?

Am I a good dog?

But the big deal is that Mom stepped out there and it was just me and her.  Yep, just the two of us.  Well, who can resist getting some loving from her when there’s no competition?  No bigger dog to hip check me out of the way and no little dog to run between my legs and get in front of me when Mom starts petting us.  It was just me.

I marched right up to the deck.  It was a little dicey as I didn’t follow my beagle trails, but I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity and risk someone coming back outside!  So I minced my way back to the deck and put on my best good dog routine for Mom.

Love me! Put the camera down - love me!

Love me! Put the camera down – love me!

What do you think?  Did I look like a good dog?  Yes, I know the sun is in my eyes, but I was trying!

I got my loving (even got a treat), then went and took a nap.  It’s hard work keeping the yard free of critters!

Nap time!

Nap time!

Categories: Beagle Stories, Dogs | Tags: , , , | 29 Comments

Beagle Tells All! It Was Dad’s Fault!

Posted on October 18, 2012 by dogear6

Dear Readers -

Beagle here.  Mom recently shared a video tape of my Daddy playing ball with me.  I could do that all night long!  Of course, I need a break sometimes to catch my breath, but it’s tough work to chase that ball with my short legs.

Now I know this will embarrass Dad, but it was entirely his fault the ball got away.  Yes, his fault (uh, Mom – does Dad read this?  He does?  Uh-oh).

So here I am with the ball.  I don’t know why Dad’s trying to take it away from me.  I’m not done killing it enough!  I don’t understand why he doesn’t throw it fast enough for me either.  Helllllllooooooooo Dad – I’m tired of the excuse that I won’t give it to you to throw.  Just throw it, will you?  But don’t take it away yet.

Okay, okay already – you can have it.  Now will you throw it?

Hey – what just happened here?  Dad let the ball get away!  Can you believe him?  He finally gets the ball and he lets it roll over the edge.  Sheesh man – you couldn’t just hang onto it and throw it?  WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?  (Oops.  Sorry Dad.  Didn’t mean that.  You’ll still throw the ball for me, won’t you?)

I don’t know what he was thinking.  He’s just sitting there looking at the ball, like he can’t believe I rolled it off the deck.  And then he laughed at me!  He laughed and told me – TOLD ME – it was all my fault.  IT WAS NOT.  (Mom said to stop the capitals if I ever expect to get a ball thrown again.  Can you believe she’s such a crab?).

Well, there was only one way to fix Dad’s problem.  I mean that problem.  I mean the ball that was carelessly rolled off the edge.  It was up to me to fix the problem and fix it I did.

I love it when Daddy throws the ball for me.  I love it love it love it.  But Dad – be more careful next time, will ya?

Hugs and kisses.  Ick!  No hugs.  No kisses.

The Beagle.  Please.  Do NOT hug me or kiss me.  Eeeeew!

[Editor's note:  The beagle has been quite the tattletale this year.  More of his stories can be found at:

Get Out Of The Garden!

Magic Shower Water (she made me take a shower!)

Play Ball!

I hope you enjoy reading his side of the story - remember though that his view is quite biased as to who was right and who was wrong.]

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Play Ball!

Posted on October 7, 2012 by dogear6

One thing I love in the summer and early fall is being able to sit outside on the deck after work, visiting with my boy toy and watching him play with the dogs.

It’s a predictable sequence to the game -

  1. The beagle brings the ball
  2. It’s not dead enough, so he keeps playing with it
  3. Eventually the other dog takes it away
  4. Howling starts up, with accusations thrown at his Daddy that he isn’t taking it away fast enough and returning it to be killed some more
  5. Eventually Daddy gets control of the ball and throws it
  6. The beagle runs out to the yard and gets it (or the other dog gets there first, in which case circle back to the howling sequence above)
  7. He brings it back and the game starts all over again

I thought you might enjoy seeing it for yourself, complete with the frustrated howling to hurt your eardrums.  I hope it makes you laugh and enjoy a few minutes in the yard with us.

 

[Editor's note:  The beagle has been quite the tattletale this year.  His stories can be found at:

Get Out Of The Garden!

Magic Shower Water (she made me take a shower!)

It Was All Dad's Fault (that the ball got lost)

I hope you enjoy reading his side of the story - remember though that his view is quite biased as to who was right and who was wrong.]

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Magic Shower Water

Posted on September 15, 2012 by dogear6

This week’s Six Word Friday uses the word “captive” and comes courtesy of the beagle, who wants to tell his side of what really happened when he yelled out:

HELP!!!!!!  I’m captive in the shower!!!!!!!!

Dear Kind and Gentle Readers – TELL MOM TO GET OFF MY CASE!  Sheesh.  You wouldn’t believe what she did to me this time.

I love love love love that magic water in the bottom of the shower.  One of my best treats in the morning is when Dad opens the gate and lets me upstairs to I can lick that wonderful water all up.  Unfortunately, I usually have to share, but that’s okay.

This is so much fun!

When the water runs out, my brother likes to jump up on the bed and roll around on his back to give it a good scratch.  Mom says he’s pretty wild when he does that.  Do you think he looks wild-eyed in this picture?  Well, yeah, I guess he does.

He’s not as innocent as he looks. . . believe me. I know.

I might not be as book smart as my brother, but I have plenty of street smarts.  So the other day when Dad opened the gate, I saw Mom at the top of the stairs and she looked just like the emperor in his new clothes - you know, the one that isn’t actually wearing anything.

I put the brakes on because that means only one thing – BATH TIME!  I skedaddled back down those stairs so fast that Dad nearly couldn’t shut the gate fast enough.  But he was a little too fast and then he just stood there and LAUGHED AT ME.  HE LAUGHED!  (Mom says I can’t use any profanity or she WILL find that keyboard I’m using for my beagle sized paws and take it away.)

And then – AND THEN – she dangled a treat under my nose.  Not just any old treat either – a greenie pill pocket.  The very best kind!  So I let her stuff one in my mouth.  And then she fed me another one as we walked down the hall.  Swee-ee-ee-t.  Then she gave me one more and as I chewed it, I realized I was actually in the shower stall.  (I’ve just been reminded not to use any profanity.  She’s really a crab sometimes.)

It was too late by then.  She shoved me in, slammed the door shut and turned the water on.  IT WAS AWFUL.  All that rabbit turd perfume – gone.  That wonderful oily fur that says Eau de Beagle – gone.  I got her back though – I got hair everywhere.  I heard her complain to Dad later that she was concerned I might plug up the shower drain.  Ha!  If only.

I also tore around the bathroom and bedroom when she finally FINALLY let me loose.  I loved the way I smelled before and now I stunk like pee-yew dog shampoo.  The only way to get rid of it was to shake water and hair everywhere.

I needed a nap after that!

Of course all was forgiven after a few more treats.  After all, not only is the shower water magical, but so are Mom’s fingers.  And when they sprout treats under my nose, who am I to resist?

Oh wait, that’s how this all started.

I think I need a nap.

The End

[Editor's note:  The beagle has been quite the tattletale this year.  More of his stories can be found at:

Get Out Of The Garden!

Play Ball!

It Was All Dad's Fault (that the ball got lost)

I hope you enjoy reading his side of the story - remember though that his view is quite biased as to who was right and who was wrong.]

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