My human is allowing me space on her blog today, so that I can tell you about the stuff that happens at my dog park. It’s always exciting.
Rabbits got in the park last night. They were gone when we got there today, but you know Beagles can always tell. Nothing smells like rabbits except rabbits. I wish I had been here. It would have been so much fun! Not for the rabbits, of course.
Since the rabbits weren’t here to play with, I played with Georgia Pekinese, even though Georgia leaves a lot to be desired as a playmate. She has bowed legs and takes tiny rolling steps even when she tries to run – she looks like she is drunk. And she yips instead of barks. Sometimes she squeals like a piglet, and other times squeaks like a rat. She never howls, of course. Only us hounds can do that. What a beautiful sound we make! Don’t you think it’s a shame that more dogs cannot learn this art?
But the thing I feel most sorry about for Georgia is her nose. It is just pitiful, all smished instead of sticking out like a proper Beagle nose. The smells cannot get in no matter how hard she sniffs. What good is a life without smells, I ask you?
I know you must think I am a bigot, but I’m not a member of the species who fools around with what is called “breeding.” That’s what humans do, and it means making dogs with short legs and smashed-in noses and dogs that like swimming and dogs that have ears that stick straight up or drag on the ground. Do humans think they are gods? I guess they do, and that means they have a lot to answer for.
Well, that’s it for now. Blog at you later whenever my human ghosts for me.
Love, Goody Beagle
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