This is before.
While moving the funiture I accidentally bumped the carbon monoxide detector and it beeped. Ginger is afraid of anything that beeps. She crawls up from the end of the bed to cuddle with me when my alarm goes off in the morning. She goes in for 10 sessions of psycho-therapy when the smoke detector beeps to indicate low battery. She attempts suicide when the smoke detector actually goes off.
Unfortunately I hit the monitor twice, so she was beside herself with panic. What a chicken. Her solution to the beeping mania was to crawl into Michael's lap. This is Michael's "I'm not amused by the dog on my lap or my wife taking pictures" look. It took her quite a long time to recover.
No post on "A Beagle and A Baby" would be complete without the baby.
If you look closely you will see that I cut the feet off his jammies. That boy just doesn't go for the footy pajamas.