Sometimes I envy my Beagles for the simple, cossetted lives they lead. Their humie slaves look after almost every aspect of their existence; pretty much all they have to do is get up, have fun, eat their food (and anything else they can get hold of) then go to sleep. The more I think about it however the more I realize that they still have a ton of questions to answer and decisions to make each day, just like the rest of us. For example:

• Are the humies sufficiently distracted for me to attempt a big slurp from their coffee mugs?
• If I run off now after this promising scent, will I have more fun than I would by pestering Dad for more chicken?
• Should I request a visit to the outside loo even though it’s pouring with rain, or just use the hall carpet?
• How many blankies can I hog before someone notices?

In this case, 3 blankies is the limit

Then of course there’s the really big question – the one that all dogs have had to face at some point in their lives, namely: when you find a dead bird, should you (a) eat it (b) pee on it or (c) roll on it?

I think we’ve found the winning option in this case.  And yes, the photos are presented in the correct sequence, so Biggles did indeed pee on it before he rolled.

Ironically on a beach walk I think it’s me that has the simplest decision to make, which is: when should I put the little monkeys back on lead?

Certainly not now.

Not yet..

Still OK

Erm.. not quite yet

Yeah, about 3 seconds ago would’ve been just right…