Living in Oklahoma and being the owner of beagles, I get a lot of people (ok...men in camo hats and vests) asking if my dogs are huntin' dogs. 

I always laugh and shake my head, pointing to Moxie, whose belly is so round, her nipples nearly drag the floor, and tell them that unless a pizza is on the run, she's simply not interested. 

I've had a few of the guys shake their heads and give me the stink eye, telling me that hounds are MEANT to hunt and that's just that.  They imply that I'm mistreating my beagles by not training them to hunt and kill squirrels or bunnies or penguins...or whatever it is people hunt with beagles.

I know, though, by looking at Moxie that she'd much rather lay in front of the tv drooling on herself than run around outside baying at prey.  I mean, look:

Does she look like she's ready to do anything that requires moving fast? And, for that matter, she's terrified of frogs...how do you think she'd react to something as big and scary as a rabbit?

That's what I thought, too.

With that said, she has done some of her own brand of hunting lately that I, as a proud hound mother, have to share with the blogosphere. It proves that she's not ALL that lazy and does actually get out and use her genetic talents sometimes.

• Just the other day, Moxie successfully hunted down a pair of my panties. They were secretly hiding in the laundry basket and everything. And she found 'em! Good girl.
• Today she stealthily hunted down and consumed a piece of her own crap. And I couldn't be more proud.
• When I was in Dallas a couple weeks ago, she sniffed out and compltely ate a big hunk of concrete. I mean, really, who else can say THAT about their huntin' dog?
• And, right now, as I type this, she's found the ever-elusive and wild roll of wrapping paper and is showing it who's the uber huntress.

So, see? She IS a huntin' dog! And, boy, is momma proud of that!!