Sunday, 2 May 2010


Exhibit D: suggest you read first and then have a looksy at the picture inserted.

Having started documenting Monty (and therefore all beagles) more and more has become apparent that I may not have noticed otherwise. Already since the pillow-destroying incident he has betrayed his inner ambition most blatantly. Picture the scene, you return home after being out for no more than an hour to a snoozing beagle on your sofa (as already discussed, this has now become normal/ impossible to change).

Note: he had already chewed a hole through the centre of a blanket I'd given him and I scratched this up to general beagle destructive behaviour. Although interestingly he managed, again, to do this without me or the hubby noticing as if he was slyly picking one thread at a time, pinging them between his teeth with one eye on the door for either of us. If our shadows darkened the door he'd scoop up the blanket with his front paws until the coast was clear to continue. It's like a scene from The Shawshank Redemption, or Pawshank Redemption (apologies).

On entering the room, he slunk off the sofa only to reveal he'd 'slipped' his head through the hole and was effectively wearing the blanket like a royal gown. EXHIBIT D below of the Regal Beagle. There can be no clearer evidence of his practising his desired future role: King of the World. See how he nonchalantly sits in his robe peering off his left as if nothing is happening. Will keep an eye on other household items. One day I fear to return to the beagle sitting on top the sofa with a lampshade-styled crown. Since this incident late last evening, I've noticed a (very typical) condescending look in his eyes. It's the look of superiority and contempt but something more...he knows I'm on to him!

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