Category: Goddamned Beagle

Dear Goddamned Beagle,

I understand how exhausted you must be. Jumping up on to a desk and stealing someone’s lunch in under 5 seconds really takes it out of a person.

Dear Goddamned Beagle,

Of late we’ve been working on curbing your lightening-fast and revolting habit of finding every scrap of organic material on the ground and eating it. Dead things, littered food scraps, often-unidentifiable orts of grossness all warrant intense scrutiny, and often ingestion.

Dear Goddamned Beagle,

I’m very sorry you’re under the weather. No fun to have nasty things happening at all ends, and it’s clear you feel lousy.

Dear Goddamned Beagle,

You pull like a freight train. You steal people’s lunches. You regularly have to be removed from tables.

Dear Goddamned Beagle,

I don’t know what’s up with you today. Perhaps it’s the weather, maybe the impending trip, maybe the lack of available Things to focus on, but if you don’t mind me saying so, you’re completely off your head.

Dear Goddamned Beagle,

Feet and heads are normally separated by a body. This is an important part of anatomy, and one that, frankly, I’m used to.

Dear Goddamned Beagle,

I do understand that until recently no one had thought to teach your brilliant mind about things like higher learning. Or sit. Or down.

So though it may seem premature in your education, I’m going to refer you to the classics and a story about Pandora’s Box