My Dog Can Still Moo

The boys went camping for spring break, so it was just me and the beagle the last few days. Pretty nice -- work has been hectic, so coming home to a quiet house and getting to eat whatever I want, watch whatever I want and let's not forget I didn't have to do any potty training -- definitely nice. Not for always, mind you, just for a few days. I was ready for them to come home when they got back.

But it just confirmed what I already knew. My dog is the laziest dog on the face of the planet. He is a big wimp.

He slept in my husband's spot on the bed the whole time he was gone. Hubby, for those who didn't know, hogs the middle of the bed. I wasn't about to tolerate this from Charlie the Beagle, who doesn't smell nearly as nice as my hubby.

Tried to move the dog. He wouldn't budge. Tried to move him again. "Moooooo," he grunted, as he reluctantly shifted a mere centimeter.

I swear, he must have been a cow in his previous life.