Hazard of being a beagle

Diesel has a sore French moustache. You know that cute little dark bit just under his nose on his upper lip? That's his French moustache, and typically it's black and covered in peach-like fuzz. He wore it out on our Tuesday morning walk though and now it's hairless and sore.

It was strange really. We were just a little way into our walk when we stopped to investigate some brush on the side of the road. The beagles sniffed and sniffed some more – and then there was a shift in Diesel. We carried on, but he had his nose to the ground persistantly sniffing in a very direct path. He didn't stop and start, he didn't swerve from side to side – he kept a steady, straight-as-an-arrow path ahead sniffing the ground at the pace we were walking. Even stranger was the fact that he kept doing it once we were back in the house. The kitchen floor, the hallway floor, my shoes. I was puzzled.

He must have been following the trail of a creature that had taken our path before. I suspect a coyote, as we had actually seen one in the neighborhood in the last two weeks. But I won't know for sure because Diesel didn't tell me.

What do you mean … "sore French moustache"?

Hey, is that a fettucini alfredo noodle you have in your hand?

Can I have the noodle please? Why don't you just give it to me?

NOOOOODLE!!!!!!

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Diesel tried every trick in the book to get that noodle … everything from sit-ups, to left and right circles to targeting the camera. After I got my photos he had the noodle. And then another.