Our little beagle, Shaggie (half Shelby, half Maggie – geddit?) was only trying to play with the chickens.

Really she was.

She didn’t mean one bit of harm.

But one particular chicken apparently forgot to take her hormones that morning…

Because she did this.

And then she did this.

And she proceeded to beat the heck outta poor Shaggie until the dog managed to get free of her wings.

To be very honest, I was more than a little scared to be sitting right there with my camera.

But I was even more afraid to try to move.

You want muffins at 4am? You got it.

No matter what time my little guy goes to sleep, no matter what I feed him, whether or not I drink caffeine or part my hair to the left – this baby is going to wake up between 3 and 4 in the morning and want to talk. And talk and talk and talk and talk.

My family is well fed but growing a little weary of my sleep-deprived crabbiness.

Help!

But even if he didn’t do anything else

this right here

would be enough to make me love him forever

and ever.