SCORE!!!

Boy did I ever get lucky a couple of nights ago. My pretending to be a little dog really paid off. Cole was making a sandwich in the kitchen. Then he left to go talk to dad. It was a meatloaf sandwich and it smelled so good. It was just sitting there on the cutting board. So I stretched up big and I ate the whole thing. It tasted so good. When Cole got back to the kitchen he was really mad. But I was happy because I had a good sandwich all to myself.

And I'm gonna be sure to log off this time so Chloe can't get on and post anything. If she wants to have her say she needs to get her own blog.

Chloe's Turn

Finally! Now I get to have my say. Dumb old Jack forgot to log out of his diary so I got on and am gonna post whatever I want. First off, Jack is as dumb as a brick! I can steal his food any time I want to. He is so slow when he eats and is dumb enough to leave his bowl when it still has food in it. Sometimes I pretend that I heard a noise outside, like a squirrel or a cat prowling in our yard. All I have to do is mention it to Jack and he will run outside to check on it. Then I just go over to his bowl and eat all of his food. Ha ha ha.

Second, I hate other dogs. I tolerate Jack because I have to live with him, but all other dogs better stay out of my way. I will bark at anyone and anything that gets in my way. I even made a baby cry once because I barked at it. No mercy.

Third, I have no intention of going outside when it is freezing cold out there. I have my limits and I do NOT want to relieve myself out in the freezing cold. I prefer the warmth of the house and the nice soft carpet. If you want me to go outside, put a heater out there.

Fourth, I rule this house. I am the princess and I am cuter than any other dog on the planet and I know it!

Prison Break Beagle Style

Boy have we ever got Mom stumped. Now that it is cold and wet outside she puts us in the crate in the morning before she leaves for work. On Thursday we were locked into the crate as usual. But when Mom came home at the end of her day she could hear us barking right on the other side of the front door. She opened the door and there we were to greet her, with the door to our crate standing wide open. She cannot figure out how we got out of the crate. She is positive she locked it. She keeps asking us how we got out, but we're not tellin'!