Living The Seasons

Dear Readers – My Mom recently showed you my picture after she yelled at me for walking all over the flowers in her garden.  I want you to know there’s two sides to every story and she was totally unfair to me.

Understand that I’m a beagle and I hunt.  I love chasing the rabbit through the yard.  I even snatched a baby bird out of the air this summer – and I’ll have you know that I’ve done that before too.  For some reason though, Mom and Dad won’t let me play with the toys I catch for myself.

So when I heard something moving around, I couldn’t ignore it!

What is it?  Will I be able to chase it?  Lemme see, lemme see, lemmee see.

Hmmm. . . I’m still not sure, so I’m going to get closer.

This needs an even closer study.  Nothing’s run out yet, so it must not be the rabbit.  What can it be?

I’m like a deep sea diver and I have to get underneath all these branches or I’ll never figure out what’s in here!

Like Sherlock Holmes, I’m hot on the trail.  My big feet keep getting tangled up in these vines – I think Mom called them watermelon vines – but no problem.  I just yank them and roll those big balls around.

WHAT IS IT?  This is driving me nuts.

I must have missed something.  No problem.  I’ll go back in again and see if I can find it from this side.

Sheesh.  Mom’s a real crab.  Can you BELIEVE she yelled at me?  Told me to go away?  All I did was hop the little fence around the garden to start digging around.  There’s something in there. . . I know there is.  All she has to do is look away for a minute and I’m going right back in there again.

Oh, never mind.  I hate when she glares at me like that and tells me to go away.  I can’t wait forever for her to leave.  So I’ll go take a nap for now.  There’s always later.

And that, dear readers, is my side of the story.  See how innocent I was in this whole matter?  She acted like I was wrecking the garden somehow!  Flattening plants and digging things up.  Oh, the accusations!  I was trying to save the garden!  Yes, save it.  Who knows what was in there – it could have been a mole.  Or a striped ground squirrel.  Or even something else.  But now I’ll never know.

The end.

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

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

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.]

34 Replies to “Get Out Of The Garden!!”

  1. Love it! My Mocha’s part beagle-part terrier. She’;d love to get into the flowers. Thankfully, she’s learned to stay on the grass, the path, the deck…and out of the garden. And yet…

    …there’s no guarantee…is there? :lol:

      1. Life is busy. I’m sure you know of what I speak. After all, you’ve a full time job.

        In addition to blogging, I’ve been involved with The Huffington Post forum, reading articles and leaving comments and responding to replies. Mostly to do with the Presidential election. Lots of fun! “Meet” all kinds of folks. It’ll all be over soon, then I’ll return to blogging more regularly.

        Take care. Will be in touch again…real soon.

    1. I got a lot of laughs from this one. My family especially thinks he was eloquent in defending himself. On the other hand, I think beagles would make excellent lawyers – you can’t get anything by them!

      Thanks for stopping by. I knew I hadn’t seen you for a while but hadn’t gotten around to following up.

    1. Thanks for the comment! It’s nice to see you back – I’ve been enjoying reading your travels. Yeah, my daughter did more damage than the dogs. And I only had one child!

    1. I hadn’t thought of a lizard, but that is a definite possibility. I don’t see them around our house much, but I do at the shopping center and grocery store. I’m sure they’re here. I’ve let the lantana go wild, which is why it looks good. The beagle is really trampling it though – I think it needs a cheap fence to keep him out.

    1. You can always tell the beagle owner – they walk with their arm straight out, getting dragged along! I think they are cut out of the same cloth. They are great dogs.

    1. He really is quite the beagle boy. Those lantana are getting more trampled every day – I’m going to have to put a small fence around them to keep him out. Thankfully they’re pretty durable.

  2. They are great dogs. I can see why people love them so much. They’re great companions and provide some great entertainment. He’s actually far less destructive than the Vizsla who at 8 years old still eats hats, rolls of towel paper, and plastic containers.

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