What do you do when come home, knackered from a good chase in the park, and your little brother’s full of beans and running round the garden like a crazy thing? Well, if you’re Beanie you do something like this:
Biggles wasn’t the least bit deflated by the tail grabbing incident, and he headed off towards the sandpit with a very determined look on his face.
He emerged with his prize – Beanie’s heavily chewed frisbee, and did a quick victory lap of the garden.
All this activity took its toll though, and it was soon time for a nap.
Tail-grabbing and frisbee-stealing aside, our two Beagles are getting on pretty well now. They still have noisy arguments, but we don’t pay them any serious attention. Nope, the time to get worried is when they’re both quiet, because it probably means they’ve joined forces to chew something to destruction. So far they’ve ripped up a couple of the edge pieces from our rubber gym mats, and torn some of the covering off the base of our bed. The funny thing is that when she hears us coming, Beanie flees the scene, leaving little Biggles to take the rap. She’s just not smart enough to realise that Biggles’ little mouth couldn’t possibly do that much damage in such a short time. We’re on to you Beanie!
