Anyway, a very nice couple found me as a stray pup when I was 4 months old and drove me all the way to Minnesota to be adopted.
When I saw Kathleen milling around the crates at Petco one Saturday, she looked all hangdog and sad, and I just knew she needed me. So I made sweet eyes at her, and it worked. In seconds flat, she had me out of my crate, hooked on a leash, and outside the store for a "test drive."
Mr. B was another story. He tried to talk Kathleen out of bringing me home. "I'm not done grieving Gracie yet," he said. "It's just been 10 days." But Kathleen made big ole sad eyes at him. And next thing I knew, I was snuggled up in Kathleen's lap with my ears flapping out a rolled-down window.
Life's been great ever since.
I agreed to do this guest blog on the condition: extra belly rubs tonight.
Kathleen's been spending way too much time working lately, and not enough time with me. I can't tell you how many times I've dropped balls, bones, napkins, socks, and undies on her lap, only to have her pat my head and say, "In a minute, honey . . . I just need to finish this sentence."
Does it really take 2 hours to finish a sentence?
If a sentence is anything like a rawhide, I'd have it finished in 2 minutes. You humans are a strange breed, but we love you anyway. It's in our gene pool, and besides, some of you really seem to need us.
The other problem is that Kathleen's spending way too much time blogging. I've even draped my body on the keyboard, but she pushes me away and tells me to go snuggle with Mr. B. She claims blogging is very important to her. But I reminded her that I'm important, too. So we struck a deal. She's promised not to blog every single night, and I promised I'd stop ripping up her Keens.
Hmmmm . . . that was a hard one. They smell soooooo good after a long hike.
So, let me know if you'd like me to be a guest writer again and what you'd like to hear about.
Did someone mention smells? The beagle in me would be happy to discuss that!
Alrighty, then . . . I'm off to get my belly rub!