The Beagle Loves His Momma

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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!