Beagle Heaven!

Dude, where's my Wormy?

I can't find my Wormy. This is a disaster of catastrophic proportions. If I don't have my Wormy, how can I have CRAZY BEAGLE time?! I've looked under the couch, at the bottom of my toy basket, in the yard, upstairs in the office, under Mommy and Daddy's bed...no Wormy. Wormy is bright green...you would think it would be harder than this to lose him. I've sent Daddy back to the store to pick up his replacement. In the meantime, I'm sitting by the window, twiddling my unopposable thumbs, waiting patiently. Oh, Wormy! What a disservice I've done you in being careless! This situation calls for shredding a squeeky....

Puppy kisses for all (and to all some [insert your breed here] CRAZY-TIME toys!)