BAWHSOME!

I'm home again! I spent days and DAYS being Very Important, and now I'm back!

Huh. Kacey was here. And look, she bragged about my show importantness! I got LOTS OF FANCY RIBBONS and COOKIES. Mybreeder was there and her friend became myhandler. I liked her. She admired me and played with me. I was very good for her when I was showing off with the other dogs.

It was nice of Kacey to brag for me.

Here's what I won at the specialty:
Winner's Dog
Best of Winners
Best Puppy

Those are all VERY IMPORTANT!

Hmm. Look what else Kacey said. A book with a Beagle in it? How does Kacey know? I think I have to pay more attention to mymom when she's doing boring things in the office. Mostly I just sit behind her and make noise with SQUEAKY BALL.

My Brand New Thought

Lately I've been pondering a thought. While I was being important at the show, I decided to expand my thought. Now I have it perfect.

Just because bones and Beaglebeds and squeaky things *look* like they just sit around doesn't mean it's true. If you really want one, it's better to stalk it. When you're ready, LEAP!

This makes mymom giggle. I don't know why. My stalking is very quiet. I stalk beds especially well. Once I'm close enough, I freeze. Then at just the right moment I rear up like mymom's big white horse thing and then for an instant I freeze like that, too--just in case the bed moves after I've targeted it. Then I

LEAP!!!

into the bed.

Nap time!