Ditto the Beagle

For some bizarre reason Mom and Dad now put me in jail whenever they leave the apartment. It’s not a bad jail, but I still don’t like it. It has a nice soft bottom and a bed for me to sleep in. And they put my water and bone in there. Still, it’s jail and I don’t understand what I did to deserve it. They said it’s so when we stay with Grandma and Grandpa I don’t do any damage to their house or get in a fight with my cousin Max. Whatever.

The good news is that we move into MY new house in less than a month. I can’t wait.

Dad tells me that I have new health insurance in case I get real sick. I guess there is a company in Cleveland that is new and supposed to have better service than the one I have used until now. Dad said they never reimbursed us for anything and it was a big waste of money. This new insurance only covers me if I get real sick, which will never happen, because I’m a super strong dog. SUPER STRONG.

Look at what mom and dad are making me do. It’s ridiculous. They put this ugly pink sweater on me when it’s really cold out. As if that’s gonna help me stay warm. I tried to tear it off, but it’s so tight I can barely breath, much less rip it off. I hate it.

You’re probably wondering where I’ve been. Well, Mom and Dad have this new thing where they leave me home alone for most of the day. Can you believe it? The bigger problem, though, is that Dad leaves the computer off so I can’t post to my blog as much as I’d like to. Instead, I usually find something to shred, like Dad’s favorite magazine, or the newspaper or other random papers that they leave lying around.

I guess Mom went back to work, which is why I get stuck at the house all day. She doesn’t go for as long as Dad does, so it’s not horrible, but I don’t understand why I can’t just go to the Cove. They keep telling me the Cove is too far away and that I have to learn to be a big dog and stay home by myself. Mom was talking about getting me a new dog friend to play with once we move into our new house. I will squash that dog’s head.

It’s almost Thanksgiving! That means I will get to stay under the kitchen table and pick up all the scraps of food people drop. I can’t wait!