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Beagles and Us

When I was a little girl, my parents said I could have a dog of my own. Some neighbors had Beagles and that was what I wanted, but Daddy said no, that Beagles bark a lot. He was correct, they do, so I had to keep looking. I chose a Dachshund instead, which ate holes in all the blankets on my bed. My mother would’ve preferred the Beagle. After a couple of years, Mama couldn’t take anymore, so we gave Smokey to my friend, Judy.

I spent many dog-less years, filled with cats, until I took our older son to the animal shelter to choose a dog. To my delight, he chose a Beagle and he named him Hobbes (from Calvin and Hobbes). Hobbes was pre-digital cameras, so I don’t have a photo quickly accessible.

Then that son grew up, had a family and took his son to go get a dog. The son chose Petey.


I wish we had them longer, but the life expectancy for Beagles is only 10-12 years.

Now we have 2 sisters

Zelda and Sissy

I’m glad we have 2 now, and that they’re sisters. They love us and each other sincerely, but have 2 distinct personalities. Zelda is more confidant and adventurous. Sissy is a bit more reticent, but not about food. She’s really fond of food.

Zelda and Joe


John Zmirak has written some very nice articles about his 2 rescue Beagles on The Stream. Here is one of them.


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Dog Rules

And now for something completely different…


1. The dog is not allowed in the house.

2. Okay, the dog is allowed in the house, but only in certain rooms.

3. The dog is allowed in all rooms, but has to stay off the furniture.

4. The dog can get on the old furniture only.

5. Fine, the dog is allowed on all the furniture, but is not allowed to sleep with the humans on the bed.

6. Okay, the dog is allowed on the bed, but only by invitation.

7. The dog can sleep on the bed whenever he wants, but not under the covers.

8. The dog can sleep under the covers by invitation only

9. The dog can sleep under the covers every night.

10. Humans must ask permission to sleep under the covers with the dog.

(Back in the 1990s, someone had sent this to me by email; the author is unknown. I forwarded it to my sister and she printed it off. I’d forgotten all about it until she found it last weekend and read it to me. It’s still funny, it’s still true and it applies to cats also, only more so.)

General LaFayette


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Dog Humor on the Road

Just north of Oklahoma City:

And almost home:



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Riding in Cars with Dogs

Peter Parker (aka Petey) enjoys an automobile ride, but is not a good traveler, so we’re trying to get him used to short rides. Maybe then he can manage the trips to Oklahoma with more success (don’t ask).

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Our Pets

Gracie contemplating fire

This morning we had our first fire in the wood stove for this season and it reminded me of this photo that Joe took of Princess Gracie Allen.


This little fellow is General Gilbert LaFayette, who seemed to appear out of nowhere about 3 months ago. I heard Petey barking like crazy out in the yard and when I looked out, there was this little orange and white kitten sitting out in our fenced yard, scared to death. Unfortunately, Petey set the tone for their relationship, because once Lafayette became tame enough for Joe to get him into the house, he now lords it over the dog. He was named Lafayette not because I’m a francophile (I’m not), but because we have a theme running here, which will be obvious in a minute and with that little patch of orange on his face, he looks insouciantly French. All he needs is a little black beret.

Benny & Gracie
On the bed with Gracie, is Benjamin Franklin, aka Benny. Our son found him in the parking garage of his apartment in Houston last year. Benny had been out there almost a week before being adopted by our family (thereby giving his owner a chance to take him inside. Houston is not the safest environment for either cats or personal property.) His fiance was allergic to cats, so he gave Benny to us before they got married.

Thomas Jefferson
Thomas Jefferson belongs to our older son, but has been staying with us quite awhile. We went to Watertown, New York to get him before our son was deployed 4 years ago. Tommy handles air travel pretty well. He is a Hemingway (Polydactyl cat) – he has an extra toe on each of his front paws. It looks like he’s always wearing mittens, beautiful white mittens.

Outside we have Baby (a feral cat who was living at the Whataburger in Decatur). He has tamed up a lot, but only comes in the house when it’s really cold weather. Not often in north Texas, but a few times during the winter.

Also outside is a huge, gentle fellow. His name is actually Pumpkin, but we call him Punky. His brother was Pepper, a beautiful brown tabby who started staying away more and more, then just disappeared. I miss him a lot.

Martha Washington died about a year ago. She’s the only one we’ve lost on the road. We live on a dead end country road with a speed limit of 20 m.p.h. Obviously someone was going a lot faster than that. She was very, very beautiful and tiny, never weighing 3 pounds. Martha was also a Hemingway and a distant cousin of Tommy’s. However, she hated him with a passion, which is why our son gave her to us when she was a kitten. She would attack poor Tommy. Poor Tommy weighs about 20 pounds. Friendly to us and tolerant of the other cats, but she would stalk him. In fact, I thought he had a cataract grown over his eye, but the vet said it was damage; and I’ll bet she was the culprit. Even with all that I miss her. Her fur was as soft as eiderdown and she loved us, but had she lived we would have had to keep her outside and away from Thomas. It was like a vendetta.

Peter Parker 100_7399
Looks like he’s giving his opinion of cats, doesn’t it. He is Peter Parker (named by our grandson who is wild about Spiderman.) He suffers the cats, but not always in silence.

Gracie's Paw

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Never leave a hot, buttered cranberry muffin on the coffee table.

The beagle can’t be trusted.


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