Jack went to the vet yesterday and had his dew claws removed and got “snipped” as we call it here at home. Because of that he has to wear the cone around his neck and as you can imagine from the pictures it is hilarious. True comedy is watching your dog try to walk through a doorway when he thinks his head is only half as wide as it is when he’s a conehead.

Check out the leg warmers!

Harper thinks that this is very odd, as he periodically goes up and sniffs the cone to make sure that it really is Jack and not some alien being. Bo, on the other hand, is terrified of Jack. He isn’t fond of Jack anyway but add the weird cone head thing that bumps into everything and Bo won’t even go in the room if he sees Jack.

THis is a picture of Jack eating his food. Of course, you can’t see the food bowl but it is there, i promise. Harper is ignoring him as usual. Bo is the background (at the top right you can see him). He’s eating his food in the living room since he’s scared of Jack.

Harper is not a big dog by any means. He also doesn’t have the small dog complex where they think that they are big dogs. He simply is a medium-sized dog and behaves as a medium-sized dog — that is, most of the time. Sometimes he branches out and behaves as my personal protector and guardian.

For example, whenever I run the vacuum Harper finds it necessary to bark at the vacuum. I don’t think of this as protecting me, seeing as I’m the one pushing the vacuum around the floor, but now picture Jack joining in on the barking fest. Jack is scared (a little) of the vacuum so he also chases it and barks at it. However, once Jack started barking Harper decided that he needed to assert his authority and consequently barked not at the vacuum but at Jack to make Jack back down.

Harper also always sits down right next to me whenever I’m upset or emotional. His place is always at my feet either licking them or simply just lying down on them.

He’s my buddy.

Ok, The novelty has ended for Harper and our other beagle, Bo. We got a new puppy over the weekend, a 12 week old springer spaniel named Jack. I haven’t pinpointed the exact moment that Harper lost interest in the little guy. Maybe it was when Jack tried to play with a toy that was near Harper. Maybe it was the fact that Jack likes to cuddle with mom sometimes. Perhaps it was the whining and barking last night in the kennel. Who can tell? All I know is that Harper is now looking at me with those big eyes that are saying, “You’ve got to be kidding me, right?”

Cheer up, pal. The puppy will grow bigger and not whine too much longer. You’ll see.