Hi everyone, it’s Bridie Beagle here. It’s been a long time between bones but I’m back to take you on a short stroll. As you know, I love going for walks, especially in new places. I love to sniff out every nook and cranny. In this series, Daddy and I (and Mummy) are taking a stroll at Mount Ettalong, a hill between Umina Beach and Pearl Beach on the Central Coast.
What did we see? You have to wait until tomorrow to find out!
Hello again, it’s Bridie Beagle here, to talk about my favourite subject – food. My parents say that I’m obsessed with food. Well, they’re completely right. I live, and more importantly, breathe food. Breathe, because my breed are gifted with a wonderful sense of smell. That’s why my kin work as food detection dogs at the airport.
Meanwhile, I’m a lady of leisure, but I’m not leisurely when food is around. I get excited and possessive. Like in this instance, when I have my eye on the remnants of some cookies that Mummy made.
My parents say that I become Ms. Jekyll around food, when I am usually Lady Hyde. I say it’s because they never ever give me enough. A lady needs more than just one cup of dry food a day when there are soo many wonderful things to eat out there. I must admit they do give me the odd treat (toast crusts, yoghurt containers, bones, fat, to name a few things), but I want to eat all the time.
“You can’t eat all the time,” they say, “You’ll get really fat and sick.”
They must be wrong though, as I’ve never been sick from eating too much, not even when I ate a whole round of brie and a block of cheddar in one sitting. Besides, isn’t it rude to call someone fat? I have and will always be shapely, but unlike some humans, I love my curves.
It’s my birthday today – and also Bridie Beagle’s.
While I got some DVDs this morning (special birthday dinner is later on), she got a plate full of nutella toast. We were both pretty happy.
My parents say that my job (apart from looking beautiful) is to guard the house. I take this job very seriously, at least when my parents are in the house. At our city home, I lie by the door and guard against passing post men, door-to-door people, sometimes even other dogs.
But I like guarding in our holiday home best. It’s the only place I can go on the sofas. I feel like a real princess then.
I can look out over my empire and defend it against not only postmen and door-to-door people, but kids on bikes and skateboards and little furry pooches.
And when it gets too much, which most of the time, I can zzzzzzzzzzz…
When I’m not sleeping, eating, playing, sniffing or guarding, I like, no demand, to be patted. After all, one has to feel like the princess one is.
My parents, by proxy, are my usual patters, but any visitor can pat me – I’m not fussy. I like to be stroked especially under the chin – oh, it does send me to doggy heaven when they do that.
If my parents get cheeky and ignore my pleas to be patted, I would first put on the most dejected puppy dog look. If that fails then I would paw/scratch them until they take notice of little old me. After all, what are parents but sources of love and affection for their children?
On weekends, my parents give me a bone to gnaw on. This is my favourite food in the world (apart from yoghurt, tuna, ham fat… so many nice things to eat).
I like bones because they are really tasty, especially the creamy marrow. My parents are happy that I like bones because it keeps my breath sweet. The vet is happy that I like bones too. He says that I have the best teeth he has ever seen.
I try to make my bones last. I like to gnaw on them until they’re in pieces, and then come back to them again the next day, just in case there’s some flavour left. You never know!
Sometimes I get so enthusiastic with old bone bits that I end up digging a hole in search of them – by accident, of course. Other times, I bury them for further feasting a few weeks on. My parents don’t like me doing this. They say old bones give me bad breath. I usually ignore them and do it anyway.
As they say, waste not, want not.
Hello, my name is Bridie.
I’m really happy now that I have been pampered at the dog salon. I got a super wash and my nails clipped and now I’m clean and smell nice.
The only thing I didn’t like were all the little, fluffy dogs that were being washed at the same time as me. How they yap so!
And I certainly don’t like this thingyme around my neck they call a scarf. I might be a French beagle, but I don’t need to accesorise ‘cos I’m naturally beautiful.
But I like to see them in full flight. They’re fascinating creatures.
After a feast, this lady (and her hidden joey) preferred some gentle exercise.
Others preferred to sit back and relax.
Static and Silence 