Likes: Cuddles, comfy beds, sunbathing, walkies, dog park, puppies and children
Pet-Peeves: storms (thunder, rain, wind, you name it!), skunks, squirrels, dishwasher, vacuum cleaner
Favorite Toy: plastic snowman, green spotty furry bone, squeaky frog, rainbow bone
Favorite Food: Bacon, rice, cheese, chicken skin, peanut butter, Dinty Moore beef stew, doggy chocolate, fortune cookies
Favorite Walk: The Point section of Newport or the dog park for socializing, or Fort Adams state park for good sniffin'
Best Tricks: Roll over, pirouette, singing
Arrival Story: I'll let my people tell you the story... "When our sweet Ralphie died in January 2005, we endured 3 miserable dogless weeks... coming home held no attraction when you knew there'd be nobody excited to see you :( So we went dog shopping on Petfinder.com where we found a cute beagle named Yodel (that name should really have clued us in) who'd been picked up as a stray around a month earlier. We went to meet him and all the other dogs at the pound were barking and jumping around, but he strolled confidently over to the bars wagging his tail and carrying his squeaky bone. When we were introduced to each other, he just wanted to stand upright on 2 legs and hug us the whole time. We couldn't believe that nobody had snapped him up already. We were so glad when our application was approved a few days later and we took him home, where we decided the new name Walter would suit him."
Bio: I love to hang out at the Newport dog park, where I act as unofficial sheriff, breaking up any play which I deem to be too boisterous. I will wade in to protect any puppy who I feel is getting bullied, even if they're twice as big as I am. It gets tiring running around with the big dogs, but I have to do it to make sure everyone is behaving themselves. There'll be no fighting on my watch!
I work in my dad's store where my duties are greeting the customers, and not allowing any unauthorized person behind the counter. I have my own business card with my photo on. I am very tough on salespeople who call in, especially those without an appointment.
It's been a long time since I wrote in my diary but I just had an exciting few weeks, so I thought it's about time I wrote a new entry. First of all, I had a bit of an accident at the dog park and managed to slice one of my ears open on the fence... there was blood everywhere!! It wouldn't stop for ages... I was OK but my mom and dad were panicking a bit. They tried to clean me up in the tub but as soon as I got out I had a bit of a shake... well, what was I supposed to do? I splattered blood all over the bathroom walls and ceiling... it looked like a crime scene! I went to see the vet and she said that because of where the cut was, sutures wouldn't stay in, so she SUPERGLUED my ear back together! The really bad thing was I had to wear one of those horrible collars that looks like a lampshade. I was supposed to wear it for 7 days, but I got away with just 5 days in the end. It was snowy out and every time I went for a walk, I ploughed and ended up with a big snowball inside my collar.
The following week my parents took me on a big adventure in the car. We drove for hours and hours, went over the border to Canada (where I had to show my doggie passport) and ended up in the city of Québec where they were having a big winter carnival. My mom got me a special winter outfit of a fleece coat and boots so I wouldn't get too cold in all the snow – I got lots of attention and admiring looks when I wore it. People were even stopping me so they could take photos of me. I met a new friend, another beagle named Walter, who lives in Québec. He speaks french, but we got along fine: I think we might be bow-lingual.
Mom and I have signed up to do a sponsored walk in June, to raise money for our local animal shelter, the Potter League. I'm a former pound puppy myself – I didn't come from the Potter League, but I've visited there many times for obedience classes and fun events, and my mom used to volunteer there, so I know it's a really good place. Now I live in a nice, loving home, I think it's only fair that I do what I can to help the other poor animals who aren't as fortunate as myself. I'm quite excited about the walk... it's 3 miles long, so mom and dad have been increasing my daily walks a little bit to get me in training for it, which is great! I've also been set up with my own web page where my supporters can donate money and track my progress. Check it out:
I'm very sad because my friend Mackenzie just died. She lived nextdoor to me, and we used to talk to each other through the fence or meet on our walks. She's been ill for a while and I've not seen her for a few weeks. My mom and dad just told me that she died this afternoon. Her mom is really sad, Mackenzie was her first ever dog. I'll be sure to give her extra kisses next time I see her, just to let her know that I understand and that I miss Mackenzie too.