Being Gone.

For a while, life was all about me. Me, me, ME! It was just right. I went on a long drive to a very new place. It smelled different! For three days I got to go into a ring with different people and show off. Myauntie was one of them. Mynewfriend was another. And mymom was there, too! But mymom had Belle and she was staying in a different spot. She took me to visit once! It was cold and very windy and there were lots of dogs playing on agility equipment! I wanted to play, too. Or to pee on something. Or to eat something. Belle was done playing and mymom said she did the best! She didn't want to play with me, though. She was too busy owning her crate. She's like that sometimes.

When I went in the ring I was admired LOTS. I got RIBBONS. And when mynewfriend wasn't looking, I got to pee on a lady's leg!

I was only home a few days when we went away again, and this time mymom finally came WITH US!! It was hot. How can it be hot when we didn't go that far from home, and home is very cold? I don't get it. There were LOTS of Beagles there. Myfirstmom was there, too! It was a SPECIALTY for Beagles. I showed off very hard for mymom! I was the best!

Mymom says I was just the best of all the boy dogs around my age but what does she know. I was THE BEST. And I made everyone laugh their big human laughs when I lined up at the end of my class, because I saw SOMETHING IMPORTANT and I went BAWH! at it right from my showing off pose. Bawh! Even when mymom put her hand on my face so my mouth wouldn't open, I still went BMWWHHH!

Mymom kissed me anyway.

We did that for two more days and then I was tired. I got more ribbons! VERY IMPORTANT BEAGLE.

But when we got home something else happened to the COMPUTER. It took soooo long to fix. Mymom said words I haven't heard her use before. And then she got very sick for a while. I think it's been FOREVER since I could talk about my important Beagleness here. Things haven't been about me at all.

Must make up for lost time. BAWH! BAWH!

BAWOUL!

Not fun

There's white stuff everywhere. I'm not sure I like it. It's fun sometimes but it covers all the stuff I like to chew in the yard and it's cold and wet. It would be fun if Belle would come out and play, but she can't. For DAYS and DAYS she's been in a crate in mymom's office. Or in the bedroom. Or the room where mymom reads and stares at the box of fake moving people. Always in a crate!

She has some good bones in those crates.

When she comes out of the crate it's just to visit a really SMALL spot in the yard. Mymom has her on a leash. That's silly. Belle knows where the yard is. But Belle walks funny, too. She falls down on her bottom all the time. Then when she's in the crate she's so sad she cries and then mymom cries TOO.

This is not fun at all.

I tried to visit with Belle through the crate fabric and she was grumpy. I spend a lot of time with mymom. I lean on her legs and hang my head down. She always picks me up when I do that. Sometimes she can be hard to train but she learned that one fast.