That’s It, No More Reading The Comics For You!
Granted, she hasn’t learned how to lie on her back and have her ears flop over the roof peak, but I haven’t had a chance to finish the A-frame roof yet. I built this doghouse for the NukeBeagles before we went out of town so they’d have some respite from the rain. I wasn’t able to finish the roof before we left, so they got a scrap wood flat roof in the meantime. Penny took full advantage of the new vantage point for squirrel reconnaissance. If she asks for a typewriter then I’ll know that Snoopy is definitely her father.
Not that she’s opposed to the digs inside, mind you; either will do just fine for her. Her brother Buddy would just as soon live on that couch being paw fed squirrel kabobs and kibble all day by Poodles in french maids outfits. Melisa over at Suburban Scrawl can attest to the behavior of rogue Beagles. I think we got the Bill and Hillary of the litter; take all they can and point the paw at the other one when they get in trouble. Buddy once said: “I did NOT have edible relations with that squirrel; Ms. Luther.” I hear the Afghan hounds are gathering milkbones by the millions to help build his Memorial Library. Penny, on the other hand, just wants to be President one day.