I am not a Beagle
Its been a while, but my little Sis Bella and I heard that dreaded question again on Sunday.
‘Are they Beagles?’
Let’s just get this straight once and for all.
I am not a Beagle.
My sister Bella is not a Beagle.
We’re not hounds, even though we can howl like they do.
We’re not Beagles crossed with Rottweilers either. (Although I can kind of see why some people might think that when they hear my impressive bark!)
I’m definitely not a Corgi. Trust me, I’ve tried that excuse at the Palace, it didn’t work.
And I’m not a Basset dog either – my buddies Freddie and Gloria over at Basset Momma can testify to that.
So – what am I?
I’m a Swiss Mountain Dog. Got it?
Not a Swiss Beagle.
An Entlebucher Mountain Dog.
But you knew that, didn’t you? *waggy tail*
PS. For new readers of my blog I might just have to bark out that the doggie in the picture is not my sister, its a real Beagle who turned up when Bella and I were playing on Sunday – my human snapped this pic as evidence!*waggy tail*