Sometimes on Saturday, after we’ve had a nice walk amongst our sniffing, pooping, peeing, panting brethren and we’ve trotted back to our modest castle in order to primp and coif and ready ourselves for the once in a lifetime celebration taking place over in England we are temporarily thrown for a loop BEYOND COMPREHENSION when informed that we have NOT received a personal invitation to the Queen’s Jubilee.
And quite frankly we cannot believe it. We happen to know that our 56th great cousin removed was the Corgie that belonged to the actor who played the gardener in A Room With a View.
But because we are part Beagle, we rally our heart and play a game or two or ninety of Chase Until You Get Yelled At with our beloved keepers to lighten our spirits and we regain our composure and are able to ONCE AGAIN embrace our royal heritage and get back on track and then — we try to just focus on what is most important:
Licking our own behind, foraging for trash and making sure to occupy 75% of the bed.
You Can’t Win ‘Em All,
Little Lord One Quarter Labrador