I told you she'll eat anything

My friend, Eileen, sent me a package of Magic Safari Animals. We have been having fun with them, guessing which animal will be in the next capsule. They are kept up on the counter so the animals can't get them.

Didn't work.

Waggy found one. I don't know where but she found a red capsule.

And ate it.

This isn't really a terribly serious problem as she did barf it back up when the sponge beast started unfolding. That's gross but will clean.

The problem is, if she will eat something like that, what won't she eat?

We know she eats bark from firewood. Dirt. Mud. Grass. Leaves. Potato peelings. Onion skins. Bugs. Paper. Plastic.

Our last beagle didn't do stupid stuff like that so what's with this one?

Waggy and the Camping Trip

Mistress Fry Bread the Great likes going places so we decided to take her down yesterday to the campground for the night.

We thought she'd like that.

She didn't.

She spent the first hour huddling under Himself's legs.

The second hour under the rv.

The third hour in an undecided state as to whether she should be under the rv or Himself's legs.

Around the fourth hour she finally got up and staggered down the bank to relieve herself.

Then back up under the rv.

We cooked supper. Ate supper. Cleaned up after supper. She still wasn't liking the situation.

She did cheer up some when she got a bone from the steaks.

Then it was bedtime.

I got up in the middle of the night to go to the potty.

Stepped on the dog who was laying right next to the bed on the bathroom linoleum.

Her bedding was up at the other end of the rv.

Escorted Her Majesty to her bedding and left her there.

She was still there this am.

At least she didn't pee on the floor.

Nor bark.

Nor whine.

Just sulked.

She came back with me this morning and is currently out like a light in her dog cage.

Goofy beast.