Other than the smells of feces and liver with garlic, the smell of chicken. Betty could tell, almost before the lady reached the front door, that she brought home a cooked chicken from the store. And that's when the tracking began. The proximity from the lady's leg to Betty's nose was never more than 8 inches. All night long.
Listen, she sits when told to sit. Barely cares about the early morning newspaper boy or the late afternoon mailman. She is content with the life and the sleeping places she has created for herself. But when the smell of cooked poultry enters the room, you would think Betty was up all night on cocaine. Every moment a heightened sense of where, tracking of all associated with the smells, no napping just tracking.
She sits when told to sit. Because frankly, she hates standing. But she will sneak that bird off of your plate faster than you can tell her to 'heel'. The relationship of Beagle to Bird came before you found her on a dusty country road. And will continue, until a chicken bone stuck in throat takes our sweet Betty to her grave. Because, good lord, if there is a chicken bone anywhere within 15 miles, Betty will find it.
Listen, she sits when told to sit. Barely cares about the early morning newspaper boy or the late afternoon mailman. She is content with the life and the sleeping places she has created for herself. But when the smell of cooked poultry enters the room, you would think Betty was up all night on cocaine. Every moment a heightened sense of where, tracking of all associated with the smells, no napping just tracking.
She sits when told to sit. Because frankly, she hates standing. But she will sneak that bird off of your plate faster than you can tell her to 'heel'. The relationship of Beagle to Bird came before you found her on a dusty country road. And will continue, until a chicken bone stuck in throat takes our sweet Betty to her grave. Because, good lord, if there is a chicken bone anywhere within 15 miles, Betty will find it.
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