This photo was taken almost two years ago, the day after I brought Sparky home. Man, he has really let himself go. No wonder his nickname is Señor Piglet. He needs to get on the carnivore diet.
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Sparky was all ears when I told him the troubling news. Yesterday, while Sparky was patrolling the grounds, I saw a coyote between the chain link fence and the sound wall. It wasn’t far from the grape vines where Sparky likes to snuffle. They would be on opposite sides of the fence, so that’s not an issue.
On Tuesday, I maxed out on the bench press at 175 pounds, which is 5 pounds more than my high school maximum.
Sparky and I are having a lovely morning. He is napping by the fire, and I’m watching, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie. While browsing online, someone mentioned this movie from 1969 as Maggie Smith’s break-out role. She won an Academy Award for it.
Looking for analysis and commentary on the recent election, I stumbled on Megyn Kelly on Youtube. When she was a journalist for ABC or Fox, she was attractive and engaging, but not that different than anyone else. She was managed by the network, like everyone else.
Sparky no longer wants to go past the top of the hill. I’m starting to think he’s smelling something in the woods, rather than being intimidated by yellow jackets. He will go on if he’s on a leash, but he isn’t nuts about it.
The sticky snow that we had last night leaves the world looking bleak. I love it. Sparky is sleeping in, so I decided to tramp around outside to take some pictures before it melts off.
Work kept Sparky pretty busy last night. I’d like to see his job description, he seems to have a helluva lot more to look after than I do. My job responsibilities are opening doors and retrieving toys that roll under the furniture. That doesn’t sound like much, but I’m counting the lid to Sparky’s food locker as a door, along with the patio and car doors.
Sparky doesn’t respect my work. If all the doors were gone, he’d be fine. Sparky wouldn’t see a problem with burying his snout in the dog food trough. Car rides are fun, and driving doesn’t seem too hard. Toys rolling under the furniture is a bigger problem than he will admit. Sparky is certain that if he continued to paw at the furniture and scamper around, the toy would come out. More likely he’d just grab one of his other 40 toys.
To be fair, I don’t respect Sparky’s work. Pawing at his bed took 10 minutes of dedicated attention. I don’t know why, but he thought it was critical. Throughout the night, Sparky had to get up several times to check the house. He doesn’t disturb anything and dogs don’t see ghosts or spirits the way cats do, so it’s a mystery what problem he was trying to solve.
When Sparky wakes up, he will see that there is snow on the ground. Since this is the first snow, I have to remind him that I don’t mind walking in the snow, so pooping in the house is not doing me a favor.
I tried doing my dog breed research before getting Sparky, but all the information was so vague. This article from a beagle rescue in Oregon, gets the breed. Dog writers really need an editor, but they make good points.
Beagles need guidance as they are extremely smart.
Everything Sparky does is deliberate. He makes no mistakes. Sparky won’t try to do a thing, I just turn my back, and he’s done it.
Trash, food, candy dishes..nothing is sacred to a beagle. They are NOT the type of dog you can be watching TV with while eating a pizza and expect to get up to answer the phone and returning to anything other than an empty pizza box..if that!
Sparky is a trash hound. He pays no attention to the garbage can, unless he can get to it. Then, when I’m not looking, he takes what he wants. Three times, Sparky has stolen a loaf of bread because I put grocery bags on the floor. He ignores it until I take some canned food downstairs. Sparky also stole a bag of marshmallows.
Some are bolters and dashers, others are wanderers. It’s not that they are running away from you or your home..it’s just that they are running “to” something that caught their noses.
Sparky has gotten out of the house five times. He is so charming and polite that he lulls me into complacency. He’s never bolts out of the door. I watch a TV show, then notice that Sparky is gone because I left a door open somewhere.
Beagles simply cannot be trusted to be off-leash, or to consistently obey their owners when they are outside.
Sparky’s brush anchor makes him think he can’t run away. He gets stuck often enough that he doesn’t try to wander off. When given a command, Sparky doesn’t obey. He either agrees or doesn’t.
It may seem at times that they forgot everything you taught them. Not true. They just make decisions on their own sometimes.
Beagles are not programmed to please their people…they are more like party animals who manipulate you into thinking they want to please you.
Sparky is bullshitting me all the time.
Beagles are house dogs; not “outside” dogs. They are very social and people-oriented. They are very pack oriented and consider YOU their pack so naturally, they are not happy in the yard by themselves.
This doesn’t seem like it’s true, because Sparky loves sniffing around in the yard and woods, but I think it is. I put up a dog-run cable for Sparky. He can roam a 100 feet, even into the woods a bit, and 10 feet on either side. If I put him on the cable and go in the house, he sits in the yard looking at the patio door.
Sparky is a cute puzzle.
The Democratic Party is off in the weeds. They are making excuses for lunatics, and it would be better off if they weren’t.