Beagle

There she is, our little bundle of filth, digging up a planter on the patio. She's just so goddamn precious that I sing old spirituals while wiping up her muddy paw prints.
Miss Kitty and I were walking down to the hardware store the other day to buy a socket wrench set (we were installing a new stereo into MK's car) and we passed a young woman walking a beagle puppy. I asked if he was a puppy, and the YW said yes, and then MK asked how old he was. Suffice it to say that it's one big small world when two people living on the southside of Pgh bought puppies from the same breeder in Chewton. Bela's brother, Sebastian, is a sweetie and cute as a button, but not nearly as cute as Bela. She's nearly beagle perfection, except for the biting, the dirt, and eating dead baby birds she finds on the street.