Whew! I'm tired today...

Yesterday was quite a day for me.

After doing my usual routine, you know, up at 6:30 a.m., stretch, pee, eat breakfast and relocate to my chair in the sun for my 8 hour nap, my people came home and the ruckus began!

First, the little neighbor person came over and hooked my tether (tether my rear, it's a form of imprisonment is what it is) to his big wheel. He drove me around the pavement. It was good exercise (like any exercise is "good") and I had a lot of fun doing it, but it really doesn't fit with my image of a **ahem** stocky beagle, so I had to flop down on the grass when the fun was over and nap for awhile.

Then, my lady owner thought a good wrestle was in order. Sigh. I've obviously had a rough day and need my rest! Still, I didn't want to disappoint her, so I obliged.

For a treat, I was blessed with some grilled cheese for dinner. Okay, what actually happened is this--the littlest guy left his grilled cheese on his plate, on the table, in plain sight and obviously had no intention of eating it...I don't like to see food wasted...you can guess what happened next. It's not my fault, I swear! It's this damned timed feeder thing--dispelling a handful of nuggets at a time...

After my delicious dinner, I had a good poop (laid a good sized loaf if I do say so myself), took a pre-bedtime nap on the couch, and then retired for the evening to my share of the bed I allow my people to sleep on with me. I love the flannel sheets they put on--nice thread count! (Oh wait, is that comment too in line with the pink collar declaration Uncle Rich made? Should I perhaps rethink that statement?)

Snoops

My Chickenbone is here!

My best buddy Cymbah is here! I'm so excited! Chickenbone came over and we wrestled and wrestled and then he tried to get my food and I reminded him whose house he was at...

Last night I had two big ticks on me. My people got them off and then gave me a good bath. Today my lady person bought me a new pink collar. Then Uncle Rich called me gay. That's mean. I'm not gay!

So...right now Chickenbone and I are lying on the floor after a good wrestle. Later, when our lady people get buzzed up they'll let us have a half a cup of beer each. I can't wait! Dealing with these people makes me need to get drunk a lot...

But I love them! They're all mine!!!

Bye,


Snoops and Chickenbone.

There are beagle pugs!

This day started out stinky. First of all it is raining. I hate peeing in the rain. Even worse is when the big people are calling for me to hurry up. Heeellloooo! How would you like to pee in the shower--it's the same thing. It causes performance anxiety.

Next, it thundered. I hid in the bathtub. I like it there. It's cool and dark. I would never admit to anyone that I hid...but since this is my journal it should be safe to admit.

I have to look forward to no walk tonight because it's too wet. And I wouldn't smell those darned rabbits even if we did walk--water will wash away most of the scent. Heck, who am I kidding? It's Friday. My people are going to plant their butts on the couch watching Chappelle show and drinking beer. There would be no walk anyway.

The best part of my day so far has been coming here and seeing Alec, the dog of the day, who is a beagle-pug! I'm a beagle, in case I forgot to mention that part, and my best friend, Baby a.k.a Chickenbone, is a pug! We play together all of the time! This weekend we're having a doggie date, too. He better not try to touch my daily allotment of food.


Snoops

My Journal

I like having a journal to write all my most private thoughts and ideas.
First of all, rabbits should be outlawed! They prance by my window and shake their puffy little tails at me (sleezy!). Then, when I start barking like crazy to remind them that I'm the king of my people's 1/4 acre, they just sit there and stare at me. Stupidly. Rabbits are stupid.

Second, what's with timed feedings? I mean, come on, yes I gained a LITTLE weight over the last three years, but I'm just big boned and it's a chemical imbalance. So I have this timed feeder thing that gives me three nuggets or so every 3 hours. Sometimes when my people aren't home, I stick my tongue under the flap thingy and I score a few more nuggets. Speaking of food, the littlest person toddled over to my bowl and stole a couple of pieces of my very limited, very tasty food. When the lady owner saw him eating it, she kind of freaked out. What's her problem? It's not like he's stealing HER food.

Anyway, maybe I'll rant more later. This is cool!

Snoops