The Poopers

Depending on how I feel at the moment, the beagles are either referred to as "the ladies," or, "the poopers." No explanations should be necessary.

I have been promising for a very long time to post more pictures of the ladies. As I mentioned in the last two posts, I spent hours and hours getting my pictures together. I was shocked at how few I really have of the ladies. I am not sure how that happened, but I will have to do better in the future.

When I was more involved with the online support group for Molly's Addison's Disease, one of the very informed ladies there used to love to see pictures of my dogs "at rest," shall we say. They relax better than any coon dog on some porch of a shack in the mountains as stereotypically shown in movies. Only one thing gets them up, and that is related to calories. I am afraid to even type to correct word! It not only gets them up, but they turn into some sort of furry frenzied freak show.

The blankets vary, the days change, the poopers age, the light isn't the same, the distance is a variable, but they mostly show the second favorite hobby of my two favorite beagles in the world.

A few show Baby with Teddy. Baby must have the female version of the Dayton Hudson Christmas bears. At least she isn't picky (yet) as to which vintage I get for her, but nothing else will do. I cannot explain why she must have this particular bear. Another animal won't do. The male bear, which has shorter fur, won't do. Nothing else comforts Baby like these bears do. When she is stressed, she will roll the bear over on it's belly, gently but carefully bite the right side of the back of the neck, stick her front paws under the front legs of the bear, throw her back legs straight out, and do the toe thing that cats are famous for. Baby then goes off in some state of nirvana, which I think is not very close to Ohio. It's like a drug for her - instant calm. Eventually, Teddy turns into Stumpy and I am frantically searching for more of these collector bears. Whatever it takes.

These are in no particular order.

Whoops! Wide awake beagles, playing in the snow at my old house in the dog run!

Also from my old neighborhood - part of the daily walk.

A painting scene from the old house. You think you only see one cat? There are two dogs on the sofa. Look carefully!

Also the old house. This was more entertaining when they had a third beagle over doing the same thing, but I can't find that picture! They did this often, but I have no idea why.

Molly zonked. Baby kept up the vigil. Rabbits? Squirrels? Who knows?

Old house. Molly sleeps in her toy box sometimes when she doesn't feel well.

Moving is very hard word.

What is this? Can we keep it? (former neighbor's puppy)

It's MINE, but we can play about it.

Out of an attempt to be considerate to dial up people, I will put more on the next entry.

 

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