Report to the Agency: Her Majesty’s visit, and Beagle preparedness.

C1 searches for her toy squirrel


I am very pleased to be able to report that Her Royal Highness, The Queen, has arrived safely in Halifax, and has begun Her long awaited visit to our great nation. As secret agents on Her Majesty’s service it seems unlikely that C1 and I will be called upon to guard HRH’s corgis or sniff the Royal Suitcases. We are, or course, ready (Beagle Agent Motto: They Also Serve Who Sit and Pant), or at least I am; I’m not so sure about C1.
As the attached photos show, in spite of my best efforts to bring C1 along, she has a determined stubborn streak that continually gets in her way. Coupled with an insatiable curiosity and a complete disregard for caution, C1 is, in many ways, her own worst enemy. Not only that, but she is insubordinate, given to napping in the middle of day when it her turn to stand watch, and horribly forgetful – she would lose her tail if it weren’t attached.
In spite of all this, our humans dote on her as though she were a favourite child. Of course, they do that to me too, but... well... I’m me!
I’m not giving up, of course, not at all. A beagle never gives up, as Sir Winston said, or might have said, but I can only hope that if HRH calls upon us, it will be while C1 doesn’t have her head stuck in a jar.

As always.
Faithfully yours.

C1: Ever vigilant

The readiness is all

M3 and C1 practice waiting

Is there anything more difficult for an agent than having to wait and watch without being able to act? We agents are, of course, specially trained in the art of patience, but sometimes that training can be difficult to obey. We are very careful about looking after our humans, and we do the best we can to exercise the cats Leaveit and Don’tyoudare! So when we let the humans or the cats out of the house on their own, we are, naturally, very concerned since none of them seem very bright when it comes to picking up a scent or finding their way back home.

So I’m sorry to have to report that we seem to have misplaced one of the humans. The male, not usually given to wandering about much on his own, appears to have gone AWOL. We are used to him being gone a day or maybe two at a time when he has to have meetings with other members of his extended pack, but this time he has been gone for nearly a week. The female does not, however, seem concerned. Indeed, there have been times during the last few days when she has seemed almost a little more relaxed than usual. However, the pack is not complete, and we will do our best to wait and watch and exercise the cats and walk the female human and not mess up the Downdammit furniture.

Yours, as always,
M3