Ditto the Beagle

My friends Bagel and Max recently convinced their parents to let them have free roam of the house while they are away. I guess Mom and Dad thought maybe I was old enough too, because when Paul dropped me off from daycare last night, he put me in the main part of the house and closed the kitchen door so I couldn’t get in there.

After some initial confusion and concern that it was some sort of trap, I decided I was really on my own and that it was time to do some damage. Mom and Dad thought they had secured everything, but they aren’t very smart, and I am a genius. I found a Bed, Bath and Beyond coupon low enough for me to jump up and pull down. They are my favorite so I shredded it to pieces and left pieces in the living room and dining room. Then I found some real neat labels that were for the wedding. They were made of some weird material that I didn’t really enjoy shredding, so I just moved them all to the living room and left them there.

After that I was pretty tired so I took a nap on the couch, and next thing I knew Mom and Dad were home. I don’t think they were too mad at me, since I didn’t do any serious damage…

I’m sorry I haven’t posted as much lately. I never get a chance to use the computer anymore because Mom and Dad are always using it for wedding stuff. Why do they think that should effect me? So, instead, I spend most of my time curled up in a tiny ball on the couch. That way they think I am real mad and upset. They always look down at me on the couch and say, “Boy, Ditto looks mad.” You’d think eventually they would get off of my computer and let me use it.

I did manage to trick Dad into feeding me twice on Friday. First, I ate at the Cove, because I had to stay late. Then, when I got home I sat by the food closet and stared at it until Dad gave me more food. Sucker!

Well, I’ve been busy. Real busy. Last weekend I had to go to the bad place with the doctors. They cleaned out my ears, even thought they were just fine. Maybe mom and dad think I can’t hear them, but I can hear them, I just don’t listen. The doctor said I weight 22.5 pounds and that I should stay at that weight. I again ask the question, “Who cares what she thinks?” I’ll decide how much I should weigh.

After the doctor I got to play in the mud and got real dirty. Then I had a bath and then I slept the rest of the day.

Sunday it was raining. Again. I had to stay in most of the day. And, it’s been raining all week so I haven’t been able to play as much, which makes me tired and lazy. I guess that’s a good thing for dad, though, because I’ve been sleeping until 6:00 each morning!