Peeing as a pastime

Dogs like to pee on things, particularly us boys. When I pee, I've always liked to try to make it count. I never was one much for marking my turf, although now that the little pissant is here I do spend some of my precious peeing time spreading my urine over his. After all, this yard was mine first, and I intend to keep it mine.

Sometimes ya just gotta mark something after someone else has tried to claim your space.

I've always tried to use my pee in a meaningful manner. I pee on pop's ladders when they're in the yard, I pee on mom's lilac bushes in the back yard, and I pee on pop's shed where he keeps the lawnmower.

The backyard has one special place that I consider the holy grail for my pee … it's pop's deer decoy. During the winter it was buried so deep in the snow I didn't think it would ever reach a point where I could get at it again.

I am not intimidated by some old deer decoy although it is bigger than I am.  There still seems to be a lot of snow.

I kept checking to see if the snow was still deep.

I looked behind the decoy to see if I could maybe get back there and pee.  No luck yet.

Finally, I'm thinking I can get to it, if mom would let me out there. The snow is nearly gone from the back yard, and the deer is standing in its fullblown glory, waiting for my meaningful, golden stream. 

Oh mom, please let me into the backyard.  The decoy is calling my name.

Pop got home last night.  He let us into the backyard.  Mission accomplished.  I beat the little pissant, too.  He never got a shot off.  It was all mine!!

I think peeing should be an olympic sport.

Sleep, naps; it's what we're about, next to food

We need lots of sleep and we all have favorite places during the day. Daisy likes to go upstairs away from everyone if she can, Jade likes to sleep on pop's lap when he's in the recliner, and Oliver and I like to sleep next to mom on the couch or loveseat. Usually I'm always there. Sometimes Oliver feels he can't get next to her because there's not enough room. He's too nervous. He needs to chill and relax, but don't think that's ever going to happen. He's just the odd dog out.

He really is an odd duck, but he's not so bad.  He's getting better although I think he might be peeing in the house once in a while, although I've never caught him. 

During television time, pop likes to watch hockey and mom likes to watch NASCAR. That's a new thing for her since she just went to her first race in Florida with friends in February.

One of mom's favorite drivers is Danica Patrick, who drives a lime green car.  Mom picked her because, of course, she's a female, and because her car is lime green. This is pit row with Danica heading back out to the track.

It's kind of nice that she sits and watches something. Usually she's up and down, up and down, and it makes for a lot of disturbances for me when I'm trying to sleep. Now I can just lay down and get a good morning or afternoon rest.

Actually I can sleep pretty much anywhere, anytime.  But I prefer to sleep next to mom.  She keeps me warm.

Bear bait

I know pop loves us. He gives us treats all the time. Sometimes he gives us green beans (cuz of the fat Beagle who isn't fat anymore), sometimes he tosses little pieces of dogfood down from upstairs and watches us circle like sharks trying to find them all. He gives us these treats for our teeth, and even the wonderful Yummy Chummies. (Mom should have bought stock in that brand since we eat so many of them and the fish oil, too.)

We all behave very nicely, and sit waiting (impatiently) for our green beans.  They're yummy and healthy as long as mom and pop wash the salt off of them if they're the canned ones.

Pop likes to hunt, and while he's killed lots of stuff with a gun, his real love is bow and arrow hunting. He's gotten all kinds of animals, and a few of those dead heads are on the walls here. He's also had his motorcycle custom painted with pictures of dead things. Yuk. Well, I shouldn't say that because I really like to roll in dead things. It makes me smell exceptionally good, I think.



Mom and pop saw this bear along Turnagain Arm and stopped to take photos.  Pop said this was a small bear, a couple years old.  Pop is very smart and knows his wildlife.

The reason I put the bear photo in my blog is because the other day I started to wonder about this hunting thing. Pop has said we Beagles are nothing but bear bait. When I heard that mom and pop had seen this bear on their motorcycle ride, I started wondering if that were true. Would he take us out to try to bait a bear?

 

I'm wondering about what pop's thinking.  Would he do it?  I'd be very disappointed in him.  But I know mom would protect me cuz I'm her handsome boy and she loves me almost best.

But I think I'm going on a diet.  Let the fat girl win that contest.

Yep, let the fat girl win; besides she'd be easy to catch because she sleeps a lot and can't run as fast as I can.