Introduction

Ghostie Pig

One may ask how anybody or anything could end up with a name like Ghostie Pig. In the life of a Beagle these things just happen. There is no rhyme nor reason, no visible patterns rather the after thought of a life of chaos.

There are three words to remember and those three words are BEAGLES ARE BAD. That is all you need to understand the life and times of Miss Ghostie Pig. I am not exactly sure how Ghostie Pig got her name. I believe the Ghostie part came from her uncanny habbit of sleeping under the covers which in itself is not all that unusual. The unusual part is when Ghostie Pig is done sleeping she walks around for an extended period with the covers still on top of her. The vision is very ghost like somewhere between the ghosts we were afraid of as kids and the comical Casper.

The pig part of her name is quite simple. This Beagle acts more like a pig than a pig acts like a pig. She constantly is eating things we have a hard time talking about. She rolls in things we do not even know exist. She ends up places one can only even imagine how she got there.

Ghostie Pig's nose smells

The Beagle has one of the best developed senses of smell of any dog and Ghosty Pig is no different. Her nose simply smells. The Beagle is best at ground scenting, so the Ghosy Pig can be seen nose to the ground even on the same Klickitat Street oft mentioned street in Beverly Cleary's Romona. She wouldn't even recognize Ramona as Ghostie Pig once on the scent of something smells, breathes and sees with her nose. And that nose takes her everywhere.

And the crazy mutt makes her home in a big house in the middle of a quirky city on the west coast, most people know it as Portland and all the Ghostie knows is the city smells good. With the smells of lilac and lavender in the spring, fir trees in the fall and of course the smell of every fire hydrant adds to the aroma of Portland.

In the big green house she is loved by the people she lets live there. They love her WARMY EARS. The ears that are soft as satin and just the perfect warmth to snuggle up to. But that never last long as the Ghost Eye eventually ventures under the even warmer covers so that she may become the Ghostie Pig. This is her own little world that she lives in despite the people who she adores who just happen to feed her and take her for walks.

And Ghostie, as much as she loves this house loves to go on her own little adventures. The big nasty fence offers only minimal resistance for her. For such a simple beast she can be smart when she wants to. Nasty fence is her evil enemy as seen through her eyes. The big 8 foot wall that surrounds her her yard. What is on the other side of that fence is her world. This is the world she loves to explore with its lurking dangers that she she tends to ignore or maybe doesn't know they exist. Those one ton things with lights and wheels and smelly exhaust fumes that roll down her street constantly. She vaguely remembers being inside one of them recently. It took her to the vet, that for some reason she quite likes.

Ghostie for weeks tried digging under the fence , whe would return inside the house sporting a beard of dirt and bark dust. it was lost on her owners that the dirt was coming from her mission in life that being getting on the other side of the fence. Well one day after a day of digging digging digging on a hot summer day Ghostie could sense that she was about to break out the other side. She no longer smelled dirt but rather sweet Northwest air and freshly mowed grass...