As noted previously, we've had to move our schedule around a bit to make the mid-week, early evening A's games. On Tuesday, when I arrived back home just before 3 p.m., I rushed in, slammed the door, and expected the beagle to come bounding forward to see what all the noise was about.But, unlike the watchdog we all would expect to dominate intruders, Molly was sound asleep. I put my stuff away, and she didn't stir. So, here to document her hard work, we present Molly the beagle, sleeping on her job on the watch, guarding the couch and chair.
It's tough work being a lazy, spoiled, dog!