Baked Beagle Brains

And so it came to pass that on the fifth day, God created the creatures that would inhabit the land, sky and water. And God saw that it was good. And He told the animals to get in line for their brains. But lo, the Beagles were not paying attention because they were off chasing the Bunnies, so they did not get any brains.
But because they were otherwise cute and loveable, God blessed them on the sixth day by creating Humans, to care for them and keep them safe from their own selves.
And God saw that it was good. Amen. (from The Good News Bible For Beagles, 2nd ed.)

Now I love Abbie dearly but must be honest. Beagles are not known as the Einsteins of the canine world. They are not the brightest light in the chandelier or the sharpest knife in the drawer, if you get my meaning. And although Abbie is not a 100% beagle, she did not inherit her brains from the Jack Russell portion of her DNA.


I offer this as proof:


The temps all week have hit record highs, as in 100F degrees in the shade, heat indices of 110-115. And if we don't keep the porch door firmly shut during the day, guess who's out on the porch, laying in the full, beating hot sun? She will eventually cook herself for so long that she'll finally stagger inside like a drunk puppy and collapse into a panting heap. Then, 5 minutes later, she tries to head back out to bake what few brains she was given. She is relentless in her begging to go out this week, but, as her Humans, it is our sacred duty to protect her from herself and keep her inside, no matter how much she pouts and huffs.

And don't believe anyone who tries to tell you that Abbie's Human mom doesn't have any brains, either. Just because I've pulled the thick, wooly basketweave scarf back out this week to knit on doesn't neccessarily mean my brains are baked too. It just means that my brain is good and properly hooked on yarn. And God saw that it was good. Amen.