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.

Hi guys!

My mom is about to graduate from college, so she hasn't had a lot of time to help me post on dogster. She's been on the computer instead- I keep her company when she's studying by lying patiently on her feet and farting. It keeps her awake because it makes her run circles around the house gagging! I swear, it's better than coffee.

I'm almost a year old! My birthday will be on April 6th! The time has gone by so fast. I'm doing much better with my fear issues- Mom can pretty much handle me any way she wants, and while I still have some issues with Dad, that's improved too.

I've discovered this awesome place called the laundromat! Mom takes me there when she's got dirty clothes. We load the washer, I lick it for good luck, and then the clothes spin around like crazy and I howl at them. Mom puts me in the clothes carts for a joke (I'm very clean, don't worry) and she'll push me around the laundromat and I grin and pant and drool.

That's pretty much all in my life! I hope everyone else is doing well, especially those affected by the pet food recall.

Beagle kisses!
Leo

MMMMMMM, beer!

Hi, pups!

Mom asked me to write in my diary about my love of beer... see, we get all of this well-intentioned mail from other pups letting us know that beer is really bad for me. Mom wanted me to tell you guys that she doesn't let me actually HAVE beer... I just like to smell it! It's wonderful, and I'm a beagle so I LOVE to smell things! It's almost as good as hot poop on a summer day... or dumpster garbage that's been there for weeks!

If I'm REALLY good, sometimes she'll hold her empty bottle and let me lick the top, but only if I give her paw. I hate it when anyone touches my feet, so I don't even get a drop very often.

Anyway, I never get to go on raging benders, though Mom did get to take me to a bar with her once for a little while (she had to pay this rent thing, I don't know what she's talking about, but she's always broke after she does). But anyway, I was in HEAVEN! Everyone was drinking beer and the whole place smelled awesome! It smelled like beer and toots and cabbage and dirty college student! Everyone was really happy for some reason (it must have been my cute face!), and they were all petting me, and I sat on the bar and the bartender gave me a bowl of water. How boring! I wanted the GOOD STUFF!

So don't worry, I have the meanest mom ever and she doesn't ever let me have a bottle of Guinness all to myself.