My owners tell me the word “beagle” comes from the French word “begueule,” which means “open throat” or “loudmouth.”
Ain’t that the truth.
So imagine what happens when you stick a bunch of us together on a boat…
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I guess some dogs like to swim.
Me, I'm not so sure.
But I'll give it a try.
It got too deep!
Where'd you guys go?
No, don't push me! I don't like this!
This is not fun.
Can you see the fear in my eyes?
I'm not in this picture -- not that you can probably tell.
Beagles came from near and far for a very important gathering at an Arlington dog park. The top agenda item: how to get rid of those pesky things called cats once and for all.
After a meet-and-greet session of howling, digging and sniffing, we got down to business. Discussions started off well. In fact, all 15 of us were close to a consensus — until a squirrel ran through the park. Needless to say, the remainder of our agenda was tabled.
Our talks will resume in a few weeks on a boat cruising along the Potomac River, where there will be no squirrels to distract us. Yes, there’s such thing as a canine cruise. It happens every Thursday all summer. (Why didn’t someone tell me about this sooner?)
The DNA results are in: I’m not part basset hound (like everybody thinks), just a fat beagle. I still don’t understand why my owners needed to poke my mouth to find this out, though. That was annoying. And besides, haven’t they heard my howl? Definite beagle.
So, anyway, can we now move on to more important things? Like, what’s this I hear about a cage and an airplane? My official position on that — “Not happening.”
You can't leave me if you can't get up.
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