This blog is being taken over by me, Annie the beagle. I deserve more screen time than Ernest as I am much cuter and smaller. I am a delicate flower compared the Mr. Thunderpaws and his side kick, Charlie.
When I go for walks I stop by and visit Ernest. I often like to see what Ernest has left in his bowl. Usually he leaves something. Does he not know there are starving beagles in Nepal?
Dumb boy.
I also like to hang out with Ernest's nmom. She is the nicest. We talk about food and things that are pink. I like to take naps on the couch, but Ernest needs to keep his distance. Look at this wall they built to keep us apart.
Don't tell anyone this, but I sort of like Ernest.
Annie, I don't care what you call me as long as you don't call me late for dinner.
1 comment:
Annie,
Please be nice to my brother and take care of him. I would hate to have to travel from the 509 for a talk, but I could do it.
We do like Beagles at Rancho Oxboro. Beagles are after all Basset-light
Phracey
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