My beagle: Mom made a sandwich. It smelled delicious so I screamed at her so she’d know I wanted her to share. Mom did not share. My devastation is unreal and I must let the entire neighborhood know.

My doodle: Mom wouldn’t let me eat the very tasty looking plastic fork. My devastation is unreal. I must have my beagle brother let the entire neighborhood know.

Our old dog would’ve written something about how she found poop and first rolled in and then ate it. And how mean we were for forcing a bath upon her afterwards. Destroying all her work.

She loved smelly things. Fox poop was her favorite .-.
And she herself was a smelly thing as well. After we picked her up from the farm, she ripped some very nasty farts in the car, bringing all of us to tears.