It rained heavily and without pause for most of today, leading to a sub-par main dog walk and no play time in the garden. Result? Hyperactive Beagles, especially Beanie. Suddenly my desk was no longer off-limits, whether I was sitting at it or not.
Getting bolder. I’m sat at my desk but she still has to investigate
Looks like I could be about to lose my network connection
Eventually I’d had enough. I handed out the one punishment that our little girl fears above all others: I grabbed her, cuddled her in front of the window in full view of the neighbors (huge loss of street cred) and blew a raspberry in her tummy. It sort of worked, in that she stopped invading my work area while I was present, but there were two undesirable side effects:
- I had Beagle hairs on my tongue for ages afterwards
- She still snook up onto my desk whenever my back was turned, and when I eventually caught her in the act she made a desperate bid to escape a further raspberrying, sending everything flying.
The outbreak of naughtiness wasn’t confined to my desk of course.
Here’s that box you were looking for..
Towel wars!!!
