I caught a bird today!

Well, I did! I watched my doggie mama, Bella, grab the bird off of the platform where it goes to eat but she put it on the ground for me!

So I went up and grabbed it and started showing it off...just when I did the other dogs started ganging up on me and I put the hair on my back up and tried to get away from them!

Dad came in the yard after me and I ran from him too but he caught me and picked me up and took me to mom. Then he forced me to let go of the bird and mom took it away in a plastic bag.

But that was my bird!! Don't listen to anything Bella says!

My toenails...

Well, I hurt my right paw the other day and my mom and dad made me go to the bad person again (I think they call him the vet or something.) They didn't hurt me this time so it turned out to be ok.

Well, a few days after that I busted my toenail off. It hurt so bad I didn't wanna walk or howl or anything. I just wanted to lie down and sleep and make the pain go away. Mom and dad made me chew something that wasn't very tasty, but it made the pain go away and I felt a little more like playing.

I keep licking it because I know thats how you make it get better. My other toenail is about to break too, but hopefully I won't lose it completely like I did on my right paw.

But, whatever you do beagle pals...never let them cut your toenails! They're up to no good!

Sincerely,

Ribby

Another day in the backyard

Today started off as usual. I entered the Backyard, of which I am mayor, and my underlings were there ready to adhere to my every whim.

We regulated and ran some battle station drills and had some close calls when those unrecognized car things and other humans passed by the yard. No worries however, our ferocity and presentation feared them away.

I had to let some of my underlings know I was boss by howling and taking their toys away from them. I need to continue to keep them in line.

When one of those car things I recognized came to the Backyard, I howled to let them know I thought they showed up at the time I didn't wish for them to show. They never seem to care what I think.

I later forced those human to practice a war game titled tug-o-war with a sock I found lying around. That sock needed to be taught a lesson anyways.

I once again demanded to not sleep in my quarters but on the raised up fluffy thing that the humans rest on as well. As long as I keep making my demands and that they're met...I do not think it matters if I am in my special quarters or not. The humans get the point that I am the mayor. Besides, my quarters bind me inside. It is difficult to overcome the locks that are so ridiculously placed outside my quarters. I will have to remember some day when the war training is over to have those locks arranged properly.

Until later...

Ribby P.