Well, I have had an interesting first couple of days with my new mom and dad. And, I have a new sister. But, she seems more like she could be my grandma's age...or even my great grandma's age. Maybe that's why she doesn't want to play with me that much. I try to climb on her and bite her, but she just keeps walking away from me. I don't get it. She did let me take a nap near her today though. It was nice to have another dog to sleep next to. It makes me miss my real mom less.
My dad keeps saying he is going to take me out on his paddleboard. I can't wait for that. I think I will fit right in with all the surfers with my sweet fauxhawk. And my mom says that she will lay out on the beach with my new sister, Belle, and watch us. Gosh my parents are cool.
So, this new dog came to live with us. At first, I thought maybe he was just visiting, but he doesn't seem to be going anywhere, so I'm afraid he's here to stay. I guess he's not so bad. I am trying to be patient with him. When he gets annoying (which is often), I just calmly get up and walk somewhere else. My mom (who is not really my mom, but is my sister, but kind of became my mom when I came to live here...confusing, I know. I don't even know what to call her), anyway, she told me that I am allowed to growl at him and nip at him if he is bothering me, but I don't want to scare the poor little guy. He is pretty cute after all, at least when he sleeps.
Now, if you want to feel sorry for me, don't. I may be old, but I still have a puppy face, and it's the cutest face around. And soon enough, the new little guy won't be so new or so little anymore, and he will stop getting all the attention. Plus, my sistermom is so worried about me feeling neglected that she won't stop giving me treats and kisses and cuddles and backrubs. My sad beagle eyes are sure helping me out in this category. All I have to do is look at her and she caves and give me anything I want. I could get used to this.