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| Founder - The Evil One |
| This is my two-year-old beagle, Founder. She was named after the way she came to me: Found Her On Thanksgiving, or Founder for short. The day after Thanksgiving this young puppy (collar, no tags) comes trotting up the street. I could tell she was very thin, and when I got closer, I saw her little claws had been worn down to nubs. Knowing the mean history of the neighborhood strays, I put her in the backyard and put up signs around the 'hood to try and find the owner. No one called even after I placed an ad in the paper, so after two weeks I decided to keep her. She's the cutest thing, but she's a total hellion and stubborn as a rock. Hmm, kinda like her owner... She's learned a few commands, but always seems to consider for a moment whether or not she wants to obey - her decision usually has a lot to do with the presence of food in your hand. |
| This is her enjoying a fall day out in the yard. I'm afraid she's gotten very fat since she's been living here, so the two of us will be starting a jogging routine to keep our - oops, I mean HER - weight down. You'd think she would get quite enough exercise running around and teasing Red every day, not to mention her frequent "MidMorning Freakouts," which usually involve running pell mell through the house and barking at the top of her lungs. My theory is that she is receiving transmissions from her home planet. I've bought her several different toys to play with; she especially loves the ones that squeak. As soon as she gets hold of one, she'll go right after the squeaker and pull it out. The last time she did that, she just held the squaker in her mouth and carried it around, squeaking the whole evening! Even so, after I'd spent money on those toys I discovered she's gaga over empty plastic bottles. The 20-ounce ones are the best, and she'll play with it until it's all chewed up, which is why I'm always in need of a fresh supply. |
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