When my family got together for Thanksgiving last year, my brother brought his new puppy with him. I was immediately taken with the sweet, little cocker spaniel. I thought he was adorable and such a good, little thing. I immediately decided to get my own puppy right then and there. I got home and my husband was absolutely thrilled with the idea. Yeah, right. After a month, I was still insistent about it even though he hoped I had forgotten all about my crazy infatuation. We looked up cocker spaniels on the internet and I would go all gooshy inside looking at the pictures of the puppies. We then looked at a rating system for dogs and how they related to children. Cocker spaniels were only "okay with kids" and not in the "excellent with kids" category. I wasn't happy about that, but we saw that beagles were in the category we wanted. I wanted a small dog that would be "excellent with kids". So, we looked up beagles in the area and when I saw the pictures of the puppies, I was hooked. I took Nathanael with me to go pick up our new little puppy girl out in the country. I first saw her through the screen door and when I held her for the first time, I fell in love. Not so much now. My brother warned me that she will poop in every room of the house. I was feeling a little cocky at the time and didn't really believe him. The dang dog has pooped in every single room of this house. She has also figured out that she can tip over the kitchen trash can with just a little push of her front paw. One night, I asked Caleb to clear off the kitchen table. He cleared everything away except the chicken dish. She managed to climb up onto a chair then onto the table, grab a thigh, and run with it upstairs. She inhaled the entire thing before I got to her. She is a bad, bad puppy girl. My husband says I can look forward to this for five more years. God preserve me.
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