Tobey and Morgan have notified me that I’ve been remiss in reporting that a beagle took top honors at the Westminster Dog Show for the first time in 134 years.
Personally, I never realized a beagle wasn’t supposed to have a stomach that dragged the ground. Or perpetually have a Q-tip, stuffed animal or tin can in its mouth in those rare moments it wasn’t asleep.
A proud day for the noble breed. My dogs can dream. It’s what they do best during their daily 20-hour siesta.