Well, I guess it had to happen eventually. Beauregard has been very much the pickle ever since his birthday. Today he leapt onto the female biped's desk while she was taking care of something loud to do with the small bipeds; there he found two thirds of a dark chocolate candy bar. (And one from Dove, no less.) So he's been Spazbeau ever since. He is absolutely wired and a complete pain in the tuchus. The large male biped took him for an eighty minute walk. Eighty minutes. That 560 minutes to us dogs. Beauregard wasn't even panting when they got in, which is more than can be said for the male biped.
This looks to be a long night. I might try to leash him to a treadmill and wire it to power grid. IPL might start shipping coal FROM Marion County.
Deuce on May 19 at 09:11 PM