Beagle Heaven!

So unfair.

So I spend a few days with Gramma and Grampa, like I do every week, and when I come home, what happens? Grampa and my Daddy work in the garage ALL DAY LONG. Sure, pay no mind to the poor little beagle whom you haven't seen for three days, DADDY. Humph. Mommy took me upstairs for some BEAGLE CRAZY TIME, but I wanted no part. All I wanted was to walk around howling and baying because Daddy is outside and I'm not. In fact, they're STILL out there. So what if the garage door opener and security light stopped working simultaneously! I'm the beagle! That should be all that matters!

So, anyway, I found my Wormy. But who cares. I'm not gonna play with it till Daddy comes back in. I'm officially on strike! (My appologies to Wormy.)

Puppy kisses for all (and to all a little boycotting of pleasant behavior!!)