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Likes: Rat-hunting, bone-gnawing, FOOOOD, any food! Oh, and squeaky toys for fetching and tug-of-warring with.
Pet-Peeves: 'Unfair' treatment (you SAID I was allowed on that couch two days ago!), nail-clipping sessions, getting locked in accidentally (her own fault:P), Moo getting locked in accidentally.
Favorite Toy: The squeaky rubber dinosaur, the squeaky rubber X'mas cracker, the squeaky rubber pig, the squeaky rubber doggie-dumbell...uh, notice a trend here?
Favorite Food: Not picky. Anything goes (yes, even turd).
Favorite Walk: Anywhere. Preferably woody and full of smells and creatures.
Best Tricks: Spin left(NEW!), Spin right, rollover, singing along during my vocalising sessions, fetching the toy you ask for, waving, high-fiving, shaking hands, staying, lying down...the usual doggy stuff.
Arrival Story: In the summer of 2003 my dad decided that it was my mum's fondest wish to own a beagle. To this day, my mum will say otherwise. Either way, I got them one using my first proper summer job paycheck and although since then, Susie has destroyed countless pairs of shoes, shredded innumerable boxes of Kleenex and stolen enough food to keep a starving child alive for the next decade, we've never once regretted the purchase.:)
Bio: Susie leads a perfectly normal beagle life. Bays at neighbours until we are forced to shut her indoors. Looks for (strictly forbidden) things to chew on and gets kicked out again. Wash, rinse, repeat. After awhile she settles down to gnaw on a bone carefully chosen from her vast collection, surrounded by toys and on the newly colonized Persian rug. Spends the evening whining to be let out for some good old rat-hunting action then, when she's tired of the sport during the wee hours, sits at the door waiting to be let back in again.
We love her to bits, of course.:)
Forums Motto: I bark, therefore I am
The Groups I'm In: ☞Snoop Dog Beagleys, Beagle Buddies, Beagles R Us, Beautiful Beagles, Begging Consistantly, Calling all Beagles and Beagle Mixes!, For the Love of Beagles, The Beagle Bunch
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To think I began life as a soubrette. I think I'm ready for the Aidas and Giocondas now. Or even Salome. I think I was *born* a Salome, as in, well, she danced naked for Jokanaan's head, right? So...we both do tricks for treats, don't we?
AROOOOOOO to all you doggy pals out there! Sorry I haven't updated in such a long time...Sis 2 is back, so we've had to spend LOADS of time together! A beagle just hasn't any time to herself in this house. But I'm not complaining, honest I'm not.
Anyway Sis 2 is a literature (whatever that is -- a new type of flea powder, maybe?) student, and I've been learning loads off her. Stories, mainly--I've been nosing around her books these few days. A particular favourite of mine...here, let me share it:
Once upon a time there was a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL beagle who lived in a house full of humans. Oh, and a smelly maltese who would never EVER let the beagle play tug-of-war in peace because he was constantly humping her head or whatever he could reach...anyway, I digress. This beautiful, beautiful beagle was forced to do tricks all day long to earn her keep. And, as her scary sister liked making her spin left and right and left and right and right and left again, over and over, the poor beagle acquired a new name--- that of Spinderella.
...and that's it. Look, I've never had any trouble reading, all right? but I *do* have trouble turning the pages when Sis 2 isn't looking.
AROOOOOO! Until next time...AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hi diary! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile...well, I couldn't have done, what with all the stuff Mummy makes me do for treats. I get worked to the bone, I tell you...though, speaking of which, Mummy bought me the most GI-NORMOUS bone I have EVER seen the other day! I worked on it for hours and hours and hours and still only managed to reduce it by half a foot. Nevermind. I think I'll sleep next to it again tonight, on my special carpet, instead of going back to my basket as I've always done. Just in case my bone gets lonely in the middle of the night and needs some gnawi----uh, loving. Yeah.
What sort of work did I have to do to earn this boney-bone-bone, you may ask? Well, I have a sort of routine I have to go through every single time. Usually Mummy asks for a toy of her choice, and I have to go fetch it for her before doing a slew of other tricks.
Sometimes though, I get real scared that Mummy might lose patience while I'm searching for the toy and give my treat to Moo instead. Okay, so she's never done it before but...THERE IS ALWAYS A FIRST TIME, RIGHT? right! Doesn't hurt to be too cautious! So if ever I can't find the toy within the first ten seconds, I grab what Mummy calls the 'joker'. I don't know why. I think of it as the thing-that-isn't-the-wheelie-the-duck-the-red-hearties-the-b rown-thingmajig-the-rubber-doggie.
Mummy never lets me off with that, though. Poo. So I have to go back and retrieve the one she wanted in first place. Not the thing-that-isn't-the-wheelie-the-duck-the-red-hearties-the-b rown-thingmajig-the-rubber-doggie.
I guess I should trust Mummy more. Though...and what *is* a joker, anyway? I thought I was the joker round the house?
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