May 23, 2008 § Leave a comment
The Beagle is not so much my muse as he is HM’s greatest fan. When the band practices here, the Beagle walks right past their banging amplifiers to find a place at HM’s feet as he wails on the bass. Beagers is especially fond of the blues. Crazy little hound.
When I sit here and write, he finds comfort on cushioning, maybe upstairs, maybe in the living room. I do like it, though, when he seeks comfort in the big chair here in the library. Maybe he likes the sound of the keys tapping. I shall think so and keep on writing.