Adventures with Elvis

Elvis wants me to post something about him...so here goes.

We spent many nice weekend mornings and weekday evenings sitting in the backyard. I've given up mowing my yard, and instead have a couple of guys that were recommended to me by another friend of mine mow the yard. It's so worth it. I started putting out two chairs out of habit. And Elvis...ever the clever fellow, sits in one of them.

It's one of his favorite things, actually. The other day, I forgot to set out the extra chair, and he resigned himself to sitting on the ground. Oh, the indignity of it all.

Recently, I boarded him at Dr. Lisa's--his vet--while on a weekend trip with a local photography club. When I picked him up the following Monday after work, I decided to take him to Dairy Queen with me for a treat.

He got a cup of soft serve. And I got a cone. First, he finished up his soft serve.

 Then...he watched me eat my soft serve cone.

And of course, all this cuteness was to try to get me to give him my cone. Well, it didn't work. Until...the head-tilt. I swear they go to school for this--the "if all else fails" move. Elvis is a scholar in the head-tilt department.

And of course, I gave in. Mmmm, he seems to say.

And a toothy smile as he finishes up my cone.

One happy beagle with probable brain-freeze and a wagging tail.

Ah, yes. Back home and sniffing the breeze.

Can we go to Dairy Queen again?