I Bartok Beagle

In the beginning - a year ago - I and my brother, Brahms Beagle lived with our daddies ALL the time.  Then something called 'work' kept taking them away.  I don't think this work thing can be very good for you, because the daddies go out on Monday looking like beagles (frisky, alert, cheeky and sometimes naughty) and come home on Friday looking like my great great granny Bach Beagle.  She lived to be a great age and became very droopy, more Basset hound-ish. The daddies look like this after the 'work' thing.

While they are at work, we go and stay with our dog-mother, Auntie Gill.  She can be hard work.  This is because she used to be a teacher and is into something called discipline, which as far as I can make out, means doing what you don't want to do, when you don't want to do it.  I can't understand this.  Why would you want to spend most of your time being miserable?  The only good thing about discipline that I can see, is treats and pats.

Auntie Gill also places great emphasis on obedience.  This is also like discipline.  I have learned to sit and stay when I don't want to; but I get a treat, which I do want.  I think humans call this politics.

So, when I'm out on a walk I will (mostly) come back when she calls,  I have also learned that if I'm feeling a bit peckish, then all I have to do is run back to her, preferably with ears flying and she will give me a treat and make a huge fuss.  She gets cross when I don't come back on demand.  The thing is,  when I've stayed away too long, I know I'm going to be in trouble, because humans do this thing called 'worrying'. This makes them very peculiar. so I may as well take my time.  Brahms needs to learn this too.