Nothing But Love :: golf blogger

People said that beagles stink.

And people told us that beagles were just plain stupid. For instance, they don't come to you when you call them by name. I don't know what else they meant by that, unless it was that they can't be potty-trained house-trained.

Whatever.

Scout lets out a little yelp and sits at the door when she wants to go out. If I don't let her out, she barks loud. I then let her out. No questions asked. (Before I was so well-trained, she used to find me and kick my ass. I have learned my lesson.)

Comparing Sheba, a boxer, and Scout, a beagle, I concluded that neither of them smell bad; and if dog smell is a matter of degree, they are light-years from being as bad as Dr. Cyborg's dogs, last time I checked. This is no reflection upon Dr. Cyborg, just his dogs; and truth be told, I haven't smelled his dogs lately. (I'll check them out when I go over to plan our trip to Houston, which we have put off until late January or early February.)

Scout knows her name. She is not fooled when we call her different names. I kept calling her Betsy, and she shot me very dirty looks until I got it right. And she knows which bowls are hers -- she knocks it all over the kitchen when she wants food; and she shoots me very dirty looks until I get it right.