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Likes: I love tracking in the back yard, bacon, playing with other doggies, inlcuding my Uncle Calvin. I also LOVE sleeping on the king size bed laying smack dab in the middle, laying diagonally of course.
Pet-Peeves: I hate being outside in the dark, and I am not too fond of the vacuum..I try to attack it. I am also very cautious of cermaic animals laying around Grandma's yard.
Favorite Toy: I absolutely love stuffed squeaky toys!!! I have a alot of fun desqueaking and unstuffing them. I also like to play with my human family.
Favorite Food: I really like The Good Life Recipe dry food, and food from Three Dog Bakery! For snacking time I love bones and Dingo Chew Sticks.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere but especially down to the small creek by our house
Best Tricks: I will sniff for hours and hours and I know many other commands. I love fetch and I like to try stand on two legs. I also learned how to open our flip top garbage can.
Arrival Story: Mom had been wanting a dog for a very long time but my Dad said no because he thought two hamsters, a hermit crab, a guinea pig, and the kids were enough. Finally in August of last 2005 he caved in and Mom started looking for the best dog breed for the family life.
After much research to find the right dog for our family Mom decided she wanted a Beagle. That same day she happened to be looking in the newspaper and saw pure bread Beagle Pups advertised.
She called the breeder, got all the information and a couple days later my Dad drove down to pick a puppy, because Mom couldn't get off work. A couple hours, and 200 dollars later we showed up at Mom's work!
I'm sorry Abby, can I butt in her for a second? Sure Mom! I think I'll go sniff for squirrels!
It was love at first sight! She was so calm, and was content in his arms and mine. She had big, soft ears...I just wanted to cuddle her.
It felt like an eternity but was only an hour until I was off of work and we were on our to PetSmart to get the needed supplies, and then home where I slept on the floor (Dad has something against dog germs on the bed! as if she's not on the bed when he's not around! ha ha) with her for the first week she was with us.
Almost two years later we share a love like no other, and she has turned into a loving, sweet as can be, playful, loyal dog!
Regardless of the not so good things that happen, everyday I look at her and love her more and more. I have never loved any other animal as fully and completely as I do Abby. She is just a wonderful, wonderful blessing.
Forums Motto: Where's the bacon?
The Groups I'm In: ☞Snoop Dog Beagleys, For the Love of Beagles, Pack Backers, RALEIGH ROVERS
Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?
Border Collie: Just one. And then I'll replace any wiring that's not up to code.
Dachshund: You know I can't reach that stupid lamp!
Rottweiler: Make me.
Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.
Lab: Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, please!
German Shepherd: I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.
Jack Russell Terrier: I'll just pop it in while I'm bouncing off the walls and furniture.
Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I'm sorry, but I don't see a light bulb!
Cocker Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.
Chihuahua: Yo quiero Taco Bulb.
Pointer: I see it, there it is, there it is, right there.....
Greyhound: It isn't moving. Who cares?
Australian Kelpie: First, I'll put all the light bulbs in a little circle...
Poodle: I'll just blow in the Border Collie's ear and he'll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.
Aaaaaaand last but not least....
Beagle (with a suspicious bulge in its tummy): What light bulb?
Whoever said "LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE" didn't sleep with dogs
The first thing you discover when you bring a dog onto your bed is the
striking difference in weight between an alert, awake dog and a dog at
rest.
Rule Number One: The deeper the sleep the heavier the dog.
Most people who sleep with dogs develop spinal deformities rather than
rent the heavy equipment necessary to move their snoring canines to a
more appropriate part of the bed. Cunning canines steal precious space
in tiny increments until they have achieved the center position on the
bed - with all covers carefully tucked under them for safekeeping. The
stretch and roll method is very effective in gaining territory. Less
subtle tactics are sometimes preferred. A jealous dog can worm his way
between a sleeping couple and, with the proper spring action from all
four legs, shove a sleeping human to the floor.
Rule Number Two: Dogs possess superhuman strength while on a bed.
As you cling to the edge of the bed, wishing you had covers, your sweet
pup begins to snore at a volume you would not have thought possible.
Once that quiets down, the dog dreams begin. Yipping, growling, running,
kicking. Your bed becomes a battlefield and playground of canine
fantasy. It starts out with a bit of "sleep running", lots of eye
movement and then, suddenly, a shrieking howl blasted through the night
like a banshee wail. The horror of this wake-up call haunts you for
years. It's particularly devastating when your pup insists on sleeping
curled around your head like a demented Daniel Boone cap.
Rule Number Three: The deeper the sleep, the louder the dog.
The night creeps on and you fall asleep in the three inches of bed not
claimed by a dog. The dog dreams quiet slightly and the heap of dogflesh
sleeps breathing heavily and passing wind. Then, too soon, it's dawn and
the heap stirs. Each dog has a distinctive and unpleasant method of
waking the pack. One may position itself centimeters from a face and
stare until you wake. The clever dog obtains excellent results by
simply sneezing on your face, or they could romp all over your sleeping
bodies - or the ever-loving insertion of a tongue in an unsuspecting
ear.
Rule Number Four: When the dog wakes - you wake.
So, why do we put up with this? There's no sane reason. Perhaps it's
just that we're a pack and a pack heaps together at night - safe,
contented, heavy and loud.
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