Beagle Blues
My dog is so bad. He¹s a beagle so he can’t help it if his olfactory system is larger than his brain. But he still upsets me when he runs off. I stand in the doorway like a fool, calling him back. It NEVER works. I resort to yelling things like, “I feed you! Don¹t you love me?” Suddenly in my frustration, I think he can reason and that this is some sort of personal attack on me. My friend who works in graphic design in Ann Arbor was over the other day when the beagle got loose and jokingly she offered to make a “Wanted” sign. I¹m thinking of taking her up on it.
