The--Beagle--Came--Home

The Beagle--came--home!
There was panic in the parlours and bowling in the halls,
There was crying in the cow-sheds and shrieking in the stalls,
When the Beagle--came--home!

When the Beagle--came--home!
There was smashing in of window and crashing in of door,
There was chivvying of weasels that fainted on the floor,
When the Beagle--came--home!

Bang! go the drums!
The trumpeters are tooting and the soldiers are saluting,
And the cannon they are shooting and the motor-cars are hooting,
As the--Beagle--comes!

Shout--Hoo-ray!
And let each one of the crowd try and shout it very loud,
In honour of an animal of whom you're justly proud,
For it's the Beagle's--great--day!

-'borrowed' from Kenneth Grahame's classic The Wind in the Willows

Stumbly McDrooly the post-surgical Beagle has returned. She has a definite list to starboard, kind of like me on a late Saturday night.

But for the moment, she is well.