Bandit the Beagle

While I type, my beagle Bandit is faithfully staring at me with his big brown eyes. Could it be that he loves me? I think its the hot dog on bun that's right next to me that he's infatuate with. While I have a stained t-shirt and balding head, the hot dog has relish, mustard, and ketchup. I don't think I'm going to win his snout or his mouth from the mystery meat slug on a roll.

Why would I own a dog? Well, I really like beagles because they have that loud and deep bay that seems strange on a little dog. He never greets anybody or anything without smelling them or it with that black wet nose. He's not much of a guard dog unless I'm worried about a bunny rabbit attacking my homestead. He seems to bark at them and nothing else. My kids love to tease him. My youngest colors his white spots with washable marker and my other two like to use his chew toy to play "monkey in the middle." I do have a pet name for Bandit, I call him "maggot."

I guess I'll give him the hot dog. I'll deal with the farts later.