Mean People Suck!

I think that people who don't like animals are so sad. It really says something about someone when you find out they hate animals, like they're not a real human being. I was on one my walks Tuesday and we decided to walk on the opposite side of the street from our house since it was still sunny. I had spent some time in the side yard doin' my business but Mommy and Daddy thought it would be nice to actually let me get some exercise for once and go around the block. Well, I guess that was a mistake. We were in front of the house right across the street from us and being the beagle that I am, I decided to sniff the bushes at the edge of the yard and pee on one. Next thing you know, we hear some crazy lady shrieking at us from across the street to get out of her yard. Apparently, she was sitting outside with our other neighbors, whose house we never walk in front of because the lady there said she had a gun and would shoot dogs that come in her yard. Guess they were bonding over their hatred of animals and basically being miserable together. Anyhoo, the crazy lady shouts at us and then Daddy says something back to her. I was proud that he was defending me. I didn't know it would be such an offense to pee on this stupid bush. It's not like my pee changes the color of the leaves or anything. He said that I wasn't doing anything and that she was being very rude and that she should have asked more nicely. She then basically shouts the same line back about me getting out of her yard (which I wasn't even really in, since I was at the edge where the little bushes were) and then said something disparaging about dogs as a whole. At which point Daddy said she shouldn't take her feelings about other dogs out on us. Now I understand how some people get frustrated with dogs who think they're king of the block and poop wherever they want without cleaning it up. But I never leave anything behind. My parents always clean it up immediately. So I guess this bitter woman who hates animals decided that I was like all other dogs (a little prejudiced, don't you think?) and should be stopped. It hurts to be hated. How could someone who doesn't know me hate me so much? How could a human being be that way? I think that points to a lack of a soul. And I also think that now I see why a middle-aged woman like herself is still single! What a sad, pathetic person. Maybe one day she can find the love that I was lucky enough to get with my Mommy and Daddy. But it may be too late for her.

Happy Mother's Day!

Mommy, I just wanted to say thanks for taking care of me and for getting up early every morning, even on the weekends, to let me out and give me my breakfast. And even though I try to get into things and rip up plastic bags and eat things that are within my reach and poop on the floor sometime, I still love you and I thank you and Daddy for taking a chance on me and letting me come live with you. It's been wonderful and I love being the only animal in the house and getting spoiled with all the attention. My only request is for more walks, but whenever, it's ok.

I am looking forward to visiting Jan and her rabbits. She works with Mommy at the hospital and she has a big fenced in yard with horses and a goat. Apparently, a lot of rabbits run around there. Jan's daughter's boyfriend got a beagle puppy and is trying to train it to hunt rabbits but I guess he's not catching on too quickly. They are going to let me come over and show them my skills in rabbit hunting, because as you know, that's what I used to do before I ran away and started my journey through the pounds and foster homes. I'm so excited because they have a fence which means I actually get to run off the leash! I can't believe it! I don't know if I even remember what that's like. But as soon as the weather gets better and her field dries out, I'm coming over and I'm gonna kick some bunny butt!!

It seemed like a good idea at the time...

Yesterday I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Mommy and Daddy had gone out to eat for Daddy's birthday on Sunday and they brought me home a steak bone. How yummy is that? I saw them take it out of the fridge and my mouth started watering. I was secretly hoping it was for me but I didn't want to look too eager... Who am I kidding? I was jumping up and down as if to say, "Pick me! Pick me!" As luck would have it, it was indeed for me and they gave it to me to take outside in the yard to chew on. At first, it was a little awkward because A, I was used to taking all my booty under the dining room table, where I like to savor it in peace. Secondly, it was quite long and I'm not all that big so I wasn't quite sure how to handle it. I started out standing up in the grass, chewing on one end while propping the other end up against the ground. Man, was it tasty. I ate a lot of the bone (about half) and of course when I was done with it, it was completely cleaned off. I came back inside to contentedly snooze on the couch. I woke up this morning, the lovely memories of the yummy bone still with me. Then, I went in my crate while Mommy and Daddy went to work. Then came the badness. I had no idea I would have such GI distress! I never poop in my crate, except for when I first moved in and was trying to adjust to a new home. But today not only did I poop in my crate, I did it twice! When Mommy finally got home, I could hear her say something as she came up the stairs, smelling the poop before she even came inside the bedroom. But she was understanding and didn't get mad at me. I couldn't help it, I swear. And I was miserable all day, huddled up against one corner of the crate away from the poop-covered rug. But Mommy let me outside to run around and get some fresh air while she washed my rug, cleaned and scrubbed my crate, and aired out the bedroom. I guess they take pretty good care of me, even if they do give me treats that make me poop uncontrollably.