I decided that as a reward for making it through the 31 years of January, I'm giving myself a Muggs. Not sure how I'm going to tell the husband yet, but I suspect he won't be overly shocked.

I swore I wasn't going to foster fail. But then I met this dog. This sweet little hobbit whose favorite exercise is snuggling and who has fewer brain cells than remaining teeth. All my best intentions drifted away like a fart on the breeze, and I have officially made Muggs mine.

My favorite part of rescue or fostering is those first few weeks or months when you see the goofy personality come out more and more. I think he knows he's home. 🥰

Norman has a bum knee so he gets wagon walkies for a while. It makes him quite forlorn, especially when he doesn't get to bury rawhides all over the neighborhood. Woe is he.

Something tells me that Muggs's stuffed chicken will not be long for this world.

Muggs and Norman look like they're about to drop an album of acoustic Simon and Garfunkel covers. But given that they're beagles, "The Sound of Silence" will be conspicuously absent.

Send out some good vibes for this little shithead... He's getting an ACL repaired. I'm sure he'll get through it just fine, but vibes never hurt.

Me: Norman, good news! Your surgery went well! N: But why are you robbing me of my dignity? Me: WHAT dignity? You're shaped like a spark plug, you sound like a dying seal, and you eat cat shit. N: ::mumbles:: I have dignity. Me: Pfftt. N: Be careful or I'll dignify your shoes.

Lol Shithead is now an internationally wanted criminal

Yeah yeah, puppies are cute and all, but have you ever been the target of a double geriatric beagle gaze? That's over two decades of combined Beagle Begging experience. Ain't nobody can resist that shit. And this is when they weren't even *trying*.

I can't be certain, but I think Muggs likes us.

Norman looks like I taxidermied his head but haven't hung it up yet. Which, while occasionally tempting, is not yet the case.

I am currently doing stage crew for "The Play That Goes Wrong". Which is pretty much exactly what it sounds like - everything goes wrong, to hilarious effect. At one point they gesture to "father's portrait on the wall" - behold, Father's portrait.

I'm posting my 30-lb lapdog in order to share the completely unrelated fact that today marks 12 years without cutting. I'm proud of me. Muggs is proud of me too, though he's somewhat questioning the hair color.