New Palace and New Hair Style

We moved to a new palace a couple of weeks ago. I like this palace MUCH better than the old one. I have a kingdom here to walk through. My subjects, Jeannie and Luke, love to walk through the kingdom/neighborhood, too. At my old palace and kingdom, there was only woods. There really was nowhere to go with my mother either. Now I am queen of a place which has a PETSMART!!! Although many people bow down to me, they don't have to kiss my feet. I give kisses to my public. Especially the small ones. I believe they are called children.

At Petsmart, I also got a new hairstyle. My mother normally groomed my fur in the past, but that was only because we lived in a tiny town with no beauty shops for dogs. Now I can be pampered as is fitting to my perfectly sweet personality. Luke gave me many kisses when he came to pick me up from the store. I really don't think Jeannie is smart enough to know that I look a bit different. She did use that wet beagle nose to sniff my new bandana.

I then went to see my human sister run in a cross country track meet. Many, many people were there, and I kissed several of them. I sat in my mother's arms and watched all of the activity. Yes, I am glad we moved! I am busy now and much, much happier!

August 9, 2005

I am the queen of the house. That big beagle thinks she's cool, but I know I rule every move she makes. All I have to do is find one the 100 stuffed animals and shake it until it dies. This makes The Beagle crazy. She stalks around me, circling me while I flip around on my back. I present my belly to her in a dare for her to try and bite me. When The Beagle finally gets up enough courage to bite my leg, I begin to growl and snarl. We roll around until I pin her down. No matter that I only weigh 6 pounds to her whopping 36 pounds! That Beagle loses every fight we have. She is very jealous of my fluffy tail, too. She likes to follow me around the house and pull on my tail. Now that I am letting my white, silky fur grow long, I am causing lots of jealousy problems. That Beagle just wishes she could be as gorgeous as I am. When my fur gets a bit longer, I will tell my mother to post an updated picture of me. Now, back to my throne.