...a Brewster in a puppy kennel.
It's a Boy!!!!!
It's a Boy!!!!!
Meet Brewster Wayne Jorgensen.
He enjoys cocking his head. He gets his constant confusion genes from me.
Brewsy takes Coonburger everywhere. They like to snuggle and do doggy/coony things together. Obviously.
Look at that nose. Seriously.
This is Brewster's blankie. He is just like Linus. He carries that blankie all over the place. He chews it until he falls asleep, every night. He has also quickly learned that Skyler's Huskers blanket is not for chewing. Papa gets grumpy.
Brewster uses his paws for everything. He literally slaps you for what he wants, or grabs things with his paw just like a little person.
Exhibit A: Holding his blanket with his paws.
Skyler & I adopted Brewster Wayne (Brews Wayne... Get it?) on May 3rd. He's 7 or 8 months old, and the smartest little Beagle in the whole wide world. &, dangit, we're proud parents. Brews is too cute. He is a bed hog, he snorts like a little old man, and is a total social butterfly. He is best buds with the Boxer down the street (unfortunately, the Boxer disagrees) and "talks" to pretty much everyone when we go for walks. He loves giving kisses and spooning, and his favorite part of the day is when Papa comes home from work. He also enjoys pooping because he knows how much I love picking it up with a little sack, and he always makes sure to poop right in front of strangers. No shame.
Brewsy likes Eileen's chocolate chip cookies. He also likes trying to sneak into the shower while Momma's in there. He likes hiding his bones in the couch cushions. Most of all, he likes licking any and every thing. Especially bird poop.
Mostly, I'm smitten with this little boy. Completely. Freaking. Smitten.
He also enjoys being absolutely adorable. He gets those genes from Skyler. Look at that smile. Seriously. Also, note his cute one brown leg. ("If I had named him, I'd have named him BrownLeg." --Rebekah)
That is Coonburger, his Raccoon. They are best friends. Coonburger has forgiven Brews for ripping his tail open and eating what little stuffing he had. True love.Brewsy takes Coonburger everywhere. They like to snuggle and do doggy/coony things together. Obviously.
Look at that nose. Seriously.
This is Brewster's blankie. He is just like Linus. He carries that blankie all over the place. He chews it until he falls asleep, every night. He has also quickly learned that Skyler's Huskers blanket is not for chewing. Papa gets grumpy.
Brewster uses his paws for everything. He literally slaps you for what he wants, or grabs things with his paw just like a little person.
Exhibit A: Holding his blanket with his paws.
Skyler & I adopted Brewster Wayne (Brews Wayne... Get it?) on May 3rd. He's 7 or 8 months old, and the smartest little Beagle in the whole wide world. &, dangit, we're proud parents. Brews is too cute. He is a bed hog, he snorts like a little old man, and is a total social butterfly. He is best buds with the Boxer down the street (unfortunately, the Boxer disagrees) and "talks" to pretty much everyone when we go for walks. He loves giving kisses and spooning, and his favorite part of the day is when Papa comes home from work. He also enjoys pooping because he knows how much I love picking it up with a little sack, and he always makes sure to poop right in front of strangers. No shame.
Brewsy likes Eileen's chocolate chip cookies. He also likes trying to sneak into the shower while Momma's in there. He likes hiding his bones in the couch cushions. Most of all, he likes licking any and every thing. Especially bird poop.
Mostly, I'm smitten with this little boy. Completely. Freaking. Smitten.
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