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Leo, SPEAK!

they love me, they really love me!

Hi Y'ALL, what have y'all been up to?
(see, I said y'all because I'm a Georgia dog now).

Not too much here, recently. My sister is still dumb, she still steals my toys and my food, and she also thinks she's the boss of me. NOT TRUE.

I've been at my favorite daycare/boarding place for the last few days while my mom and Dad have been moving into their new apartment. I love it at the daycare. Actually, I love it there because THEY love me there. Mom says it makes her so happy that she wants to cry sometimes. People don't like me, and it makes my parents feel bad, because everyone wants to love on Daisy, not me. No one wants to have me in their daycare or board me because I'm fear-aggressive and can't be handled at all by anyone but mom. I am REALLY good with other dogs, though- it's just humans I don't trust!

Well, this daycare took a chance on me, and boy is it ever working wonders! I have people there I'm not too fond of, but instead of lashing out , I just ignore them! And there are people I really like that work there! And all the socialization with tons of other dogs is doing wonders for my energy level and self-confidence. I freak out when we pull into the parking lot- I'm trying to get out of the car and get in there as fast as I can!

I overheard yesterday when the daycare told Mom that "Leo and daisy are just so sweet- everyone loves them here!" and my mom's jaw dropped. She's never heard that before!

GUYS.

I have a new SISTER. I HATE IT and it's terrible and she SMELLS and steals my TOYS and eats MY bully sticks and last night she got to sleep in the BED and I had to sleep all by myself in my CRATE because for some reason mom and dad got mad at me when I licked her rear end for hours and wouldn't let anyone sleep and life isn't FAIR and I am going to WHINE AND COMPLAIN all I want because this is MY DIARY and it is pretty much the only thing STUPID DAISY can't steal from me.

UGH.

Mom sez:

In the past few months, Leo has survived eating staple gun staples, eating a bee, eating a shard of broken glass, several bradley nails, and in his greatest heist yet to date: a huge chocolate rabbit that some *cough*jerk*cough* person kindly left in our yard in the dark of night for Leo to find.

Now that mom has spent the entirety of her refund checks and scholarship money on diagnostic tests scanning for random objects in his stomach that he eats right in front of her, she is probably never going to want another dog, kids, or to take care of anything with a mouth again.

(I'll change my mind just as soon as the broken glass-induced adrenaline wears off. )

Curiousity apparently never kills the beagle with the stomach of steel, thank goodness.