

Ripley the beagle boy, has taken over "the office" and made it his room. No longer need his daddy to be sitting in the Bark-o-Lounger for him to jump up there, he now stakes out this chair as HIS own. Ripley however has bonded so well that he cries whenever I leave the house, and turns himself inside out when I return. Dog's apparently have no real sense of time, so being gone for five minutes or five hours, the risk is the same that my boy Ripley will voice his joy when I return. Otherwise, he's a fairly quiet beagle, which after five female beagles appears to be the exception to the rule. Every one of my beagles over the past forty years has maintained a distinct personality, and I've loved them all - this guy is special however, and I'm so glad he's always happy to see me. He still sleeps in his crate at night, but certainly enjoys a snuggle in bed with us when we let him out, before the day begins with a walk on the leash while the coffee brews.
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