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My Diary

I miss my Daddy!

I haven't felt much like writing lately. Daddy went back to school, and between that and work, I hardly get to see him at all any more. When he gets home at night, he doesn't feel much like playing, he just pets me a little, kisses Mama, and goes to bed. Sometimes he even gets up and goes to work before I do, so I try to wake up early so I can spend a little time with him. It's not much, but a Beagle has to take what he can get.

Daddy says that he's almost done, so it'll only be a few more months. MONTHS?! That's like, three years for me!

New Neighbors

The new neighbors moved in this weekend. They seem nice enough, and they're sure a lot quieter! They gave me lots of pets, and their friends did, too. I'm cool with anyone that wants to rub my ears. BOL It's nice to be the only dog in the building...

I worry about Molly, though (the old neighbors' dog). I'm glad she's gone, because she was noisy and stinky and hyper, but I still worry about her cuz her parents don't treat her very well (I've seen them hit her). The old neighbors only moved to the next house down, so I guess I'll keep an eye on her. It's the least a beagle can do, right?

Yesterday was Beagle Park Day. I really like Beagle Park Day,, because I usually get to meet lots of new beagley friends. This time there weren't very many beagles, but hey, at least I got a trip to the park out of it, right? Mama said I needed the exercise, cuz I've been sort of...well...rambunctious lately.

Rambunctious? I'm just hungry. Ever since they put me on that diet thingy and stopped feeding me bites of their food, my beagle belly has been rumbly. How is it my fault if mama leaves the stick of butter on the counter to soften and it just HAPPENS to jump into my mouth (with the help of a paw-swipe, but she doesn't have to know that, right?)? What's a beagle to do? I HAD to eat it, I just HAD to! And the toast for mama's sandwich, well, I might have made an itty-bitty, completely understandable mistake there. Mama KNOWS how much I like toast, so why wouldn't I assume that the toast was for me, right? Besides, SHE's the one that walked away and left it there, right? Just cuz I growled at her when she tried to get it back. Jeez...

Seriously, I HAD to eat that stuff; it's like in the Beagle Code of Conduct: When the opportunity arises, thou shalt take possession of yummy-smelling items. I s'pose I feel bad,m but those things were awfully yummy...

Anyway, mama says I hafta go to bed now. See ya later!

The Mean People Upstairs are Gone!

Daddy tells me that the mean people that live upstairs are gone. That makes me happy, because they have a dog named Molly that they don't treat very well. I don't really like Molly much (she's too hyper), but it's not her fault. Her people always make her do her business in the driveway and it makes the whole place stink. Hello ... there's a park right across the street?! They never let her go running, and sometimes they hit her. Her people are really loud, too ... they throw parties and it's always really noisy. I feel bad for Molly sometimes. I want to like her, but her people make it very hard. I wish everyone could get special people like mine.

But they're gone now. Mama says that there's some new friends moving in up there, and they like dogs. Mama says that they might even get a dog, and that I might get to play with it. Maybe it'll be another Beagle!