My little sun-dog cares nothing about the affairs of men.  Daylight Savings Time has no meaning to him because he sleeps where and when he wants.  He adores dozing in bright sunlight.

Dogs and cats can be amazingly aware of when it’s meal time.  That doesn’t work with beagles because they are always hungry. 

Sparky is on my lap, and vehemently disagrees.  He insists that I look closer.

Sparky wonders why I can’t see that he was starving to death, and when I found his bleached bones lying in the sun, I’d be sorry.

I pointed out that when he lays down like that, his paws are really cute, but he looks like a piggy.  I panned up on the photo.

That might be a visible rib.  He doesn’t look too famished.  Sparky suggests that I should lay down like that and see how many of my ribs are showing. I grabbed Mr. Moose and changed the subject.