Me - Bad!

Got in trouble - again. Seems like it is OK for daddy to eat stuff out of the white paper bag mommy brings from the bakery, but when I get to it, I am being treated like a criminal! Mommy yelled and screamed - all for one lousy chocolate chip cookie! When she discovered that I had jumped on the couch, walked over the glass table all the way in the corner and had taken the cookie out of the bag, she did not even let me finish it. All I was left with were some crumbs and a lonely chocolate chip between my teeth. 

Sometimes I think mom is a little crazy. She was calling her friends to tell them that I ate chocolate. She called Dr. Jeff to make sure that I would be OK. Not sure why she made such fuzz about it. Daddy eats the cookies all the time and she doesn't call anybody about it!

Oh, and then she made me sit next to this stupid sign and said something about "dog shaming". I tried to blame it all on the stuffed animal, but he was useless as a partner in crime.

Wonder why daddy doesn't have to sit next to a sign after eating cookies!?

Mommy calls it "dog shaming" - I just find this embarrassing!

My Service Team

My favorite vet team - Dr. Jeff and his girls.

Did you really think I could look as cute as I do without any maintenance? No way. A sophisticated beagle girl like me has her own service team! I get my pedicures at The Soapy Dog, my beauty treatments at home from mommy, daddy is my personal trainer who takes me for runs and on long walks on the beach and when I don’t feel well, mommy takes me to Greenlawn Animal Hospital. Dr. Jeff Garretson and his team really take good care of me – though sometimes they stick a needle in my butt or put a flashlight in my ear. What are they looking for? Do they want to take my DNA to clone me because I am so smart and cute? Do they think I am hiding a coin in my ear? But they seem to like me. They make me feel better when I have an itchy ear or a belly ache, they tell me how pretty I am, they put me on a table and stare at me in awe, they calm mommy down when she calls them hysterically screaming because I ate a tea bag or a ball pen or a bug and once, one of the girls at Dr. Jeff’s office even gave me a Cheez Doodle. I am telling you: I like going there. Maybe, if I am on my best behavior, they will stop sticking needles in my butt some day and double up on the Cheez Doodles.

Me and Dr. Jeff - after he stuck a flashlight in my ear.