Sunshine

Mmmmm, sunshine. My very favorite type of weather. So very little sun actually appears in my part of the world so when it shows up, I just can't help taking advantage of it. I love to find the brightest square of sun coming through a window and then roll on my back, wiggling around with joy, soaking the light and warmth into every part of my body.

Sometimes my humans groan and shield their eyes, squinting and complaining about visibility. But I love to sit right in a shaft of light and close my eyes, soaking up the warmth of the rays, watching shadows of red gold play over my lids. A form of meditation that makes my mind blissfully blank.

The very best of the sunny times is right after it's rained and then the sun comes out to warm the ground. A few times I've gotten let out for a walk in that steamy, sunny place. The steam rises in wispy, lazy spirals and dance over the earth. I love to chase those trails, catching them in my mouth, surprised every time they disappear. And then I run off on my short puppy legs to catch the rainbows in the street.

Mandy's Dog

Hi! I'm Mandy! I'm just a puppy but my mommy just got me the bestest present ever! This is my dog April. Mommy says I have to walk her and everything but I already love her and she has to play with me whenever I want her to! Say hi April!

Oh god, I am begging you, please save me. She's already mauled me three times and she is constantly yanking on that leash. Plus she jumps on me and attacks my ear. And I just have to take it. If I try to defend myself Wendy says "April" in this warning tone like the puppy is too innocent and weak for me to knock down. That puppy is a menace.

Oh April, she is such a kidder! She loves to play as much as I do! In fact, I think her favorite game is hide-and-go-seek. She always lets me be It and I sometimes search forever before I find her! She is so good at hiding! And she's so quiet when she wakes up, like she doesn't want to wake me. Isn't she sweet?

Yes, it's true. I work very very hard not wake her. Because once she's up...well there's no escape until the reprieve at bedtime, which is oh so very far away. I'm considering taking up insomnia just so I can have some time alone. But with my luck, she would become an insomniac right along with me and then I'd be back to square one. Great. Please, come for me soon. I'm counting the days.

Spin Cycle

I'm never quite sure how I end up in these situations. I mean, a washer? How the heck did I end up in a washer? It's all smooth metal, not exactly easy for me to climb up with my claws and lack of opposable thumbs.

Sometimes, I can blame my odd locations on my owner. George finds it hilarious to place me in odd places and then take my picture. Like the time he took out an old duffel bag and put me in it. He then picked the bag up by the handles and toted me around. "Look!" he said. "It's a bag beagle!"

Yes, master of wit, George is not. But he feeds me and rubs my belly and keeps his daughter Alice from torturing me with make-up and tea parties...usually. And he always throws my stuffed elephant for me to chase in the evening, no matter how many times I bring it back. He never quits until I do.

I just hope he gets me out of here, before he starts his whites. I tried howling for help, but that just made my head hurt as the sound reverberated around the metal drum. Plus there's nothing to chew on in here. Sigh. At least he'll find me by dinnertime...if I last that long.