The Perfect Puppy???

* * *  COUNTDOWN:  18 DAYS TO LA/XC-4  * * *

Beagle Man has been pushing the narrative of Kemba as this wonderful, happy-go-lucky, up-for-anything super-puppy — maybe not perfectly behaved, but at least understanding the word “no.”  Hey, that’s cool, if that’s the story he likes to tell.  I just want to say that I was watching the two of them in the B-Man’s study a couple of days ago.  Twenty times Kemba went for the used tissues and scraps of paper in the waste basket.  Twenty times B-Man said no.  Finally, he lost patience, bellowed “NO means NO!” — and then stomped downstairs.  A few minutes later he was talking to the Missus.  “Where’s Kemba?” — Mrs. B asks —”up in your study?”  The B-Man says, no, he’d closed the door behind him; must be somewhere else.  They look all over the house.  Finally, Beagle Man re-checks his study, and there’s the sweet, adorable little puppy:  Yes, B-Man had shut the door — but with Kemba still inside.  You can see from the photo what Mr. Perfect was busy doing in there.  And what was it that he’d ripped to shreds and eaten?  A New York Times article the B-Man had been saving called “Beware the Beagle” — about my breed’s “endless capacity for mayhem.”  What’s the word we use for something like this?  Irony?  I swear — you can’t make this stuff up.

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