My name is Hank. I love going upstairs, but I’m too afraid to come back down.
What goes up, must come down…eventually?
Posts Tagged: Beagle
The smoking gun
Ed decided that he did not want to save any of his Christmas Treats that were placed carefully in his stocking, he instead decided to eat his stocking and his treats too! He was remorseful, hiding under the bed, but I think he would do it again!
I am a terrible Scott
“My name is Kaylie (after ceilidh traditional dancing) and I am a terrible Scottish dog. I am scared to death of Bagpipes. My family can’t take me to local and national events because there are always pipe bands. I also can’t go for walks in the city centre because I like to howl at everyone wearing tartan or playing bagpipes. I hate Michael Bublé at Christmas time (sorry, not sorry) and hate mummy’s favourite tv show ‘Eastenders’ theme song”
I love my adorable beagle. She is now almost 4 years old and is my first dog. I couldn’t have asked for a more loveable, hilarious addition to the family. She is wearing her Xmas jumper in the photo with a thought bubble (had no pens to write on paper, all chewed) that says ‘I really hate Eastenders and Michael Bublé but I especially hate BAGPIPES’
The Beagle Magician
I have one mission,
It’s to be a good magician.
I just made half a glove disappear,
Guess where it will soon reappear?!
Shamelessly,
Augusta
Poo Alert!
When I poop in the house, I bark at it so Mom picks it up.
-Piper
Could you be[agle] any more disgusting?
He ate every single turd…
Garfield is a female beagle
Half a pan of Lasagna unguarded on the dining table.
You should BEE in class!
I always know when Mom needs to be somewhere on time, so that’s when I cause the most trouble. Today, I tried to eat a bee right before Mom left for class. I spat it out. It was yucky.
Trolling His Sibblings
I steal the trolls and take their clothes off! Then I chew off their noses! 🙁
You can’t catch me, I’m the pilferingman!
The two only seconds mom keeps her eyes off me because we have to turn a corner, I find something yummy to eat and won’t stop eating till I finish it; avoiding mom all the time that it may require but acting tremendously guilty when I’m done.
