I’ve always been lucky to have some of the most unique, interesting, talented, and wonderful pets.  Sometimes, Bailey’s finer qualities are overlooked by her wiggley exuberance, and the fact that she is still much like a three-month-old puppy.

Bailey is simply her own dog.  She is still part of the pack, but definitely has her own mind, and marches to the beat of her own proverbial drummer – a drummer that is wildly excited and jumps around a lot.

  
 This morning, as I drank my coffee and shivered in the 63° chilly breezes blasting across the deck, I just sat watching Bailey laying out in an area of earth/mud – a 16′ x 25′ stretch of space that’s never succeeded in being fruitful of vegetation – I admired how she could be out there on her own, and not snuggled up on the deck with the other two.  Many times, when I’m working in my study, or teaching, Chief and Harrigan will be nearby, but Bailey will be asleep on one of the beds in the guest bedroom around the corner.  When Bailey is in the study, she is almost always snuggled next to Chief.

Bailey, unlike her fairly mature-acting, highly intelligent, plotting sister/littermate, Harrigan, is a beagle ball of energy, playfulness, and tender affection.  Harrigan and Chief both share their affection; Bailey is the Niagara Falls of affection!

How I do love my little Beagle Bailey!