No, not my toilet plunger, my beagle named Plunger.
Plunger is our 12 year old beagle. I got him for my husband when we first started dating. How did he get his name? Well, my husband is a plumber, enough said.
I had nothing to do with his name. Since we were not married at the time I did not have a say. (that doesn’t happen anymore, I always have a say now!)
Plunger is a great dog…ok not really. He’s sort of mean. He barks alot. He bites. He eats dog poop and vomits it up on my carpet. He begs-ALOT. He has no manners, but again, that’s because he is my husbands dog. With all that being said, I do love him. He is a great snuggler, he is a good protector, and he can hold his own with the big dogs.
Plunger wasn’t exactly happy when Leroy came along. Sherman was one thing but then when Leroy came home he almost packed his bags and ran away. He looked at us like “really? are you frickin kidding me? Why couldn’t you of gotten another beagle?” I felt bad for a few days, but then I got over it. So did Plunger, he now lives happily with his big brothers. Ok, maybe not happily, but he has learned to coexist with the big slobbery goofs.