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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...