Those Darn Squeakers!

Well, I made a mess of myself. Mommy has always had to keep an eye on me because I will eat just about anything. I'm also a power chewer. My goal is to break toys as fast as I can! For that reason, mommy doesn't let me have free reign of my toys. Some toys are around, but these are the kind, I can't destroy...DRATS!

Anyway, when mommy wasn't looking, I found a stuffed animal squeaker and decide to see what it tasted like. Well, I can tell you, nothing special about it. In fact, it made me sick. Last Saturday, I felt sick...my stomach was really hurting. I couldn't eat (trust me pals...I'm a food monger!) or drink and I couldn't get comfortable laying down. I started shivering and mommy really knew I wasn't feeling well so they took me to the vet. Well, folks...the doc found that squeaker. Let's just say it came in through my mouth and out the opposite end. The doc gave me something and out it came! I felt soooo much better after that. I'm taking medicine and it seems to make me a little tired. I hear mommy say, a "tired beagle, is a good beagle". What is she trying to say? Hmmm...I'll have to figure it out.

I played last night though. I'm not ready to go full force yet and play with my sister Trudy, but hopefully soon. Take care pup pals! OH OH OH...one last thing....I got a rosette today! Not sure what is means, but somehow it feels special :-) ARRRFFFFFFF!