This was our first family excursion out with the new Beagle. He has been an absolute joy to all of us even with his luggage that accompanied him home from the Humane Society. We've got the flees and worms under control and now we begin work on the manners... Like not chasing the cat, nor eating her food, or her poop... Not barking hysterically when on walks and other dogs are within eyesight. Not having to sit and stare inches away from someones face during family movie night... Little things. Nothing major thank goodness. We have named him Blue. Henry is currently learning a very depressing song called "Old Blue" about a boy and his opossum hunting dog that dies and he will see again in heaven someday. So, he wanted to be able to sing "Old Blue, you good dog you." So, Blue it is. But I call him Bluesy Boy. Which I think he likes but does not respond to in the least...
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