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I have to apologize in advance to any beagle enthusiasts out there before beginning. They must exist because people keep buying the damn things.
My loathing of the beagle Honus has been well documented in this blog. I had believed my feelings of deepest hatred were specific to just him, but I'm starting to think they include the entire breed.
This weekend I met Miley:
He's a cutie, ain't he? Just a wee little puppy, and who doesn't love puppies?
Well. This shot was taken during one of the rare moments when Miley wasn't uttering his shrieking, demanding, completely out of proportion in volume bark. Unlike Honus, Miley does stop eventually, but I attribute this to the little fella's lack of stamina. It will come in time, I'm sure. He also stops long enough to eat his food, but the minute that last bite is gone he returns immediately to being the most miserable, pathetic, attention-hungry animal in the place. This is why God invented the iPod: To make it possible for people like me to work in conditions like this and keep the urge to STRAN-GU-LATE to a minimum.
Who goes to the pet store (or breeder), hears this monstrous barking, and thinks, "Ooooh, I want to live with that day in and day out"? Crazy beagle enthusiasts, that's who.
To add to his charm, lil Miley has a Giardia infection, probably because he can't resist eating nummy nummy poop. He has to be forcibly dragged from every tasty pile of feces in the yard, particularly his own (freshest is best).
I'm not one for ethnic cleansing, but I think a Final Solution for the beagle population might not be so far out of order. (Addendum: Tery reminds me that girl beagles are actually pretty quiet. Ergo, it must mean that Snoopy is a girl, as (s)he is never depicted barking.)
By contrast, I also had a pooch I remember fondly from my first weekend ever at the kennels:
Mr. Shanahan
Shanahan is very affectionate, playful, attentive, patient, but never, ever barks. Shanahan is an example of a Good Dog.
~*~
Next, a quickie movie review. I got An American Haunting from Netflix, was going to wait a week and watch it with Ryan, but am very glad I did not. ( ::cut, but trust me, it's a complete waste of time:: )
Boring. Boring and contrived, and according to those more familiar with the legend of the Bell Witch, another case of shameless Hollywood sensationalism. And hardly the "most terrifying film of the year," another in its list of farfetched claims. 0.5 out of 5
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Last but not least, it looks like some Connecticut folks have more money than brains, I'm ashamed to say: CT couple pays $200 for Colorado snow on eBay. Oh my god. I had no idea our parking lot was such a goldmine. I said this would be the craziest thing I'd hear all year, but my sister reminded me that Paris Hilton is still roaming free somewhere.
My loathing of the beagle Honus has been well documented in this blog. I had believed my feelings of deepest hatred were specific to just him, but I'm starting to think they include the entire breed.
This weekend I met Miley:
He's a cutie, ain't he? Just a wee little puppy, and who doesn't love puppies?
Well. This shot was taken during one of the rare moments when Miley wasn't uttering his shrieking, demanding, completely out of proportion in volume bark. Unlike Honus, Miley does stop eventually, but I attribute this to the little fella's lack of stamina. It will come in time, I'm sure. He also stops long enough to eat his food, but the minute that last bite is gone he returns immediately to being the most miserable, pathetic, attention-hungry animal in the place. This is why God invented the iPod: To make it possible for people like me to work in conditions like this and keep the urge to STRAN-GU-LATE to a minimum.
Who goes to the pet store (or breeder), hears this monstrous barking, and thinks, "Ooooh, I want to live with that day in and day out"? Crazy beagle enthusiasts, that's who.
To add to his charm, lil Miley has a Giardia infection, probably because he can't resist eating nummy nummy poop. He has to be forcibly dragged from every tasty pile of feces in the yard, particularly his own (freshest is best).
I'm not one for ethnic cleansing, but I think a Final Solution for the beagle population might not be so far out of order. (Addendum: Tery reminds me that girl beagles are actually pretty quiet. Ergo, it must mean that Snoopy is a girl, as (s)he is never depicted barking.)
By contrast, I also had a pooch I remember fondly from my first weekend ever at the kennels:
Mr. Shanahan
Shanahan is very affectionate, playful, attentive, patient, but never, ever barks. Shanahan is an example of a Good Dog.
~*~
Next, a quickie movie review. I got An American Haunting from Netflix, was going to wait a week and watch it with Ryan, but am very glad I did not. ( ::cut, but trust me, it's a complete waste of time:: )
Boring. Boring and contrived, and according to those more familiar with the legend of the Bell Witch, another case of shameless Hollywood sensationalism. And hardly the "most terrifying film of the year," another in its list of farfetched claims. 0.5 out of 5
~*~
Last but not least, it looks like some Connecticut folks have more money than brains, I'm ashamed to say: CT couple pays $200 for Colorado snow on eBay. Oh my god. I had no idea our parking lot was such a goldmine. I said this would be the craziest thing I'd hear all year, but my sister reminded me that Paris Hilton is still roaming free somewhere.
