Remember me?

I know I've been a lazybones not updating recently. Happy Halloween to everyone! I don't get any candy so I have to resort to eating my foot instead.

In my last entry, I was telling you all about running away. When I last left you, I was being followed. What happened next is a sad but frequent occurence. Behind me was the dog catcher. I didn't know it at the time. Heck, I love people and just wanted to say hi. Up until now, no one really paid me much attention except when I was working. As you can imagine, they picked me up and took me to the pound. It was a scary place. Lots of vicious dogs who were just scared and wanted out. I was lucky enough to get to the Humane Society eventually but the dogs there were pretty sad, too. I get along pretty well with others and I'm laid back so it wasn't so bad for me. They fixed an eye problem I had and then they put me under for some procedure. Next thing I knew, I woke up without any balls. I never found out what happened to them. Hmm. I was lonely and didn't really have any friends. I wondered if anyone would ever want me. I spent many nights lying in my little pen, just wishing someone would come and say, "That's the dog we want! We want to love him and keep him forever!" Sadly, that wasn't happening and I began to think that this was how I was going to spend the rest of my life. Sometimes, I would see people come to get some of my neighbors from their pens and they wouldn't come back. I wonder where they were taken. One day, they came for me...

And so on, and so on, and so on...

Like I said two posts ago, my nose can sometimes get me into trouble. I can't help it, though. I'm just an innocent victim of an amazing sense of smell and if I catch a whiff of something interesting, I have to follow it. And so one day it happened. I was able to get away on the trail of a new scent and before I knew it, I was away from home and never going back. No big deal. It wasn't like I was living in the lap of luxury anyway. Don't get me wrong, I was fed and sheltered but there's a big difference between being given the necessities to survive and being loved and cherished.

So I was free. What to do next? Although it was exciting to be on my own, it was also pretty scary. I was all alone and had to fend for myself. My first thought was, who's gonna feed me? Being out in the woods, I knew I wasn't going to run into a pile of dog food under a tree. I tried for a while to find a peanut butter bush but I guess they don't exist.

After a few days of trying to stay warm, dry and safe, I was getting tired and frightened. On the other hand, it was kinda fun to be able to follow my nose wherever it led me. I chased a lot of rabbits and traveled along quite a few scent trails. But sleeping in the woods or people's back yards isn't as comfortable as it sounds. I started to wander, not really paying attention to where I was going. And then that's when it happened. I heard it coming up behind me and ignored it at first but then it got closer...

Dog Smiley

Today I get to go to the dentist for my annual cleaning. My parents were supposed to be brushing my teeth on a regular basis but when the toothpaste is bacon-flavored, please don't expect me to sit there quietly while my teeth are being cleaned. I actually prefer to lick the yummy toothpaste which makes brushing my teeth a tad difficult. They eventually gave up but seeing as I get no human food to snack on (heartless bastards), I don't think my teeth are really in that bad of shape. The only strange thing is, this morning when I woke up and Mommy took me out, she didn't feed me my breakfast afterward like she usually does. I hope she's not mad at me. Do you think it has something to do with the teeth?

From the Top

Yes, I'm still here. I know it's been a while since we talked but I just wasn't in the mood to blog, I guess. I have a lot of memories and I really don't know how to get them all out. I wasn't born into a big, happy family where I would spend the rest of my days, playing and running and eating and cuddling with my owners. I was born and then shuffled around from place to place and put to work and maybe even hurt but I can't remember much of that. I remember that I had an owner that used me as a hunting dog. My job was to stiff out the rabbits and I was good at it. I'm part beagle and that means I have a great nose. That nose was able to root out all kinds of hidden rabbits. But at the end of the day, I had no one to share my accomplishments with. I was just a hunting dog, merely a means to an end and so I didn't get to live in the house with the humans and be pet and cuddled and adored. I was out with the other animals and basically ignored but fed so I could keep doing my job. I lost the tip of my tail early on, so if you were wondering how I got my name, that's how. I don't want to go into details about it, but let's just say that I got off easy.

But you see, that nose of mine can also get me into trouble. Like I said, I just gotta sniff and investigates things and one day that led me toward the next stage of my life...