Beagle Heaven!

There's an alien in my house.

There's an alien in my house. Mommy calls it "munchkin." Daddy calls it "sweet pea." I call it weird.

In February, Mommy and Daddy went to the hospital. I thought they were going to bring home my sister. Whatever this thing is, it isn't what I expected.

The alien smelled really weird to me. I always thought that, since Mommy kept promising me a sister, she would smell like me. Not so. She smells sort of like Mommy. I smell much better.

The alien is really noisy sometimes. It's also very hungry. It demands food every three hours, sometimes sooner. Mommy says, "Don't worry, Boogs, it will get easier." I say, "Mommy, you're nuts."

Anyway, all things considered, I guess it is pretty cute. It smiles a lot and makes funny sounds, but I keep my distance. I'm never sure when its tentacles are going to pull my ears or tail. Mommy says that in a few more months it will be dropping lots of nummies on the floor for me. I'm holding out for the good stuff.

Puppy kisses for all (and to all a close encounter with a third kind).