Ditto the Beagle

I have been gone a long time, I know. It’s been a little crazy around the house. As usual, because Mom and Dad are nuts. I’ve been playing and having fun like I always do, but they have been hogging the computer so this is the first time I’ve been able to get on in a couple of weeks. Last weekend they made me take a bath because I got super muddy at the dog park. I even went in the water. It sure was fun until the bath part.

But, the really big news is that apparently I am moving to Cleveland! Where the heck is Cleveland, anyway? I feel like it’s far away. And I feel like it gets really cold in the Winter with lots of that white stuff I’ve seen one time before. I really did like that stuff, though, so maybe it’s not so bad. I guess Dad got a new job at some company there (I wanna say it is called American Greetings, but maybe I’m wrong). And Mom and Dad say I’ll have my own yard and a big house to run around in. That sounds like fun, but how will I get to Canine Cove everyday? What will Snoopy do without me bothering him all day? I’m still trying to decide if I’m going to go with them, or make Paul and Michelle keep me. Mom and Dad say it’s not my choice, but as usual they are wrong.

If Bagel is out there reading this, Mom and Dad say we are going to drive through where you live. I told them we must meet up and play for a little bit. They said it will be in the first week of October or around then. I hope you’ll be around and I can meet you and Max!

Sorry I haven’t posted in so long. I’ve had a real busy week. I’ve had to keep an extra close eye on all the dogs at the Cove because Paul and Michelle were still on vacation. Fortunately, they got back on Wedneseday and now I can spend more time searching out food. Speaking of which, I found a whole lot of food yesterday. I ate it all. And my stomach got huge! And it kind of hurt, but that’s the price you pay for eating. I was almost back to my normal size when Dad dropped me off this morning. I guess I am staying the weekend at Paul and Michelle’s house. I can’t wait to see Marty, Rufus and Carter. I will try to squash all of their heads!

It’s been two years since Mom and Dad first brought me home. Everyone still thinks I’m still a puppy though. Some guy was yelling at Dad the other day while driving on the highway. He was asking if I was a pocket beagle. I’m no pocket beagle! I’m strong and big! I was real mad so I barked at him a lot.

That’s all for now!