DANGER, BEAGLE BAILEY! DANGER!

At the start of D.C.’s Snowmageddon, part one, mommy took me for a walk. Given the forecasters were predicting the snow would be deeper than I am tall, mommy wanted to make sure I could burn some energy off before the snow piled up and I would be held captive inside for a day or two. We were walking our usual route when suddenly, I felt it. DANGER, BEAGLE BAILEY. DANGER!

I let out a growl. Mommy hadn’t ever heard me growl, so she turned, looked at me and asked, “Was that your stomach?” But this was no laughing matter. I let out another low growl and gave a mean WOOF toward the danger spot. Mommy was shocked, she had never seen this side of me… it doesn’t come out often as I’m a lover, not a fighter. She turned to look in the direction I was facing so she could see the danger for herself. I positioned myself in front of her, so she would be protected.

There, at the bottom of the Hill was the cause for concern... with his menacing arms reaching out... his big head giving that vicious stare… the reason to run for your life!!!