Ditto the Beagle

This has to be abuse of some sort. I’m not sure if it’s abuse of Ava or me, but someone is being abused here.

Well, Ava is a week old now. You would think after a week she would stop crying so much, but apparently she doesn’t feel like it. When I was a baby I was super well behaved. I was the model puppy! Ava doesn’t cry quite as much at night anymore, but Mom still has to get up a bunch in the night to feed her. That seems pretty unfair since I don’t get to eat so much. Sometimes I wake up but usually I just stay under the covers and try to sleep. It’s important I get as much as sleep as I need. Much more important than if Mom or Dad do.

Overall, I think it’s ok that Ava is in my house. I think in the near future she’ll be able to give me food and I’ll get to play with her more.

I met my new sister yesterday. Initially, I was pretty scared of her. She just made this loud noise constantly. I didn’t really want to go near her. But I’m starting to get used to her and today I licked her foot. She still makes an awful lot of noise. So much noise that I went downstairs and slept in my cage last night while she kept Mom and Dad up most of the night. She really was disturbing my sleep.

I’m hoping that she learns to be a little more quiet when I’m trying to sleep but Mom and Dad don’t seem to think that is very likely. There are some pictures of her here.

My new human sister arrived tonight. I haven’t met her yet, but I’m excited to lick her and eventually get lots of treats from her!

I’m going away for a few days. I’ll be staying at Grandma and Grandpa’s. I guess the new human is coming tomorrow and that means Mom and Dad won’t be home. Already the new human is impacting my life. At least I get to hang out with Max. He and I will play a lot. And we both love to wake up so early to eat.

I’ll be back later in the week to report back on what I think of the new human!

Mom and Dad said the baby human was supposed to arrive last Friday. But, no sign of the little troublemaker yet. Mom seems to be getting pretty impatient. I say take as much time as you want because this is still my house and I don’t want any little humans taking up everyone’s attention.

It got cold again this weekend so I had to stay in the house most of the time. It’s supposed to get warm again this week so hopefully Walter and I will be able to play again soon.

Yesterday I was real angry. After the dog walker left, who I still don’t like, a man in a brown shirt came and kept knocking on the door. He was really ticking me off. Eventually he left something at the door. But I was so worked up I decided to completely eat one of mom’s shoes. I tore that bad boy to pieces. It gave me a stomach ache, but I didn’t care.

That’ll teach people to make me mad!

It has been really nice outside. I like to just go out on the deck and sun myself in this nice weather. I also got to play with Walter yesterday which was a lot of fun. He’s even lazier than I am and laid down almost right away after we ran around for awhile.

I hope the weather stays warm!

Well, yesterday was a tough day. First, Mom was home for the morning waiting for the new humans furniture to arrive. I had to wait in the cage while they brought that in the house. The only positive thing is that the chair is real comfortable for me.

Then, Mom left to go to work and left me out of my cage. But, for some reason she turned the beeping thing on. So, I was just minding my own business walking around the house and the beeping thing kept making a real loud noise and bothering me. Eventually these policemen showed up at the house knocking on the door and really ticking me off. Eventually the policemen went away but the beeping thing kept making noise.

While the noise was going on I figured out that there was food on top of the kitchen table, in a bag mom had left there. I found a way to maneuver myself from the chair to the table where I found three granola bars. They are REAL hard to get out of their wrappers but eventually I succeeded. Yeah, it gave me a stomach ache but was well worth it for how tasty they were.

Last night I decided to make sure Mom and Dad know that I’m not real in favor of bringing another human into the house. I did it by sleeping downstairs on the couch instead of upstairs with them. Now, I’m not sure this worked as effectively as I thought it would. They seemed quite pleased to have more room in the bed and Mom said something about me needing my mental health time. It seems like it may have backfired on me. I don’t know why they weren’t more upset that I wasn’t sleeping with them.