My feelings and inspirations on my favorite dog breed, the Beagle, and how lucky I am to have one.
Trixie and Mr. Cat
There he was, on top of my neighbor's shed, enjoying the sun like a king. This cat had no worries at all, he was really enjoying himself. And that silly beagle dog down there barking at him like crazy, completely frustrated because he, Mr. Cat, was completely out of reach? Fuggedaboudit! My beagle Trixie simply can't stand cats, or any small animal for that matter, like squirrels and similar critters. That was the way she was brought up, I suppose (I adopted Trixie two years ago at the local animal shelter). Oh, and it looked so hilarious, the cat watching Trixie barking and maybe thinking, "What the hell is going on with her"? The funny thing is that Trixie doesn't behave like that when she sees cats in cages. You see, a couple of my neighborhood's pet shops ocassionally have cats for adoption, so they are put in cages for people to see. And when Trixie watches them, she doesn't bark a bit. She just stares at them, like thinking "Ha, that's where I wanted to see you, in jail. You cats are despicable". No they're not Trixie, but, hey, what the heck, who knows what a spoiled rotten beagle like Trixie might think when she see cats in cages?
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