In October 2010 I came to live with Fuzzy and Mom and Dad.

I picked here!! I could tell by the smells this is where I wanted to be.

I liked Fuzzy and he liked me.

Mom fell in love with me first and then Dad.

So Here I am!

I was five when I got here and now I’m 8!!! Eight years old!

Mom asked me what I wanted for my birthday…she said I got to pick

So I PICKED…………………………………

YOU GUESSED IT!!!

SMELLS!!!

Lots and lots of smells!

So Mom took us for a four-wheeler ride and then a walk.

Fuzzy waited for us by the four-wheeler, he said walking is just too hard…so it was just Mom and I.

We had loads and loads of fun!  There were smells here and there and everywhere! Wonderful delicious exciting smells!

Oh!

Guess what!!!

MY knee is lots better!  I can even run again!  Mom put DMSO on it until I smelled like corn.  But my knee is healing! (Mom says if it’s good for a horse then it should be good for a beagle—and it WAS!)

I only limp if I’ve been doing way too much. When that happens Mom gets out the DMSO and puts some on.  She doesn’t have to do it as much as when we started, actually hardly at all.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!

It’s fun being a beagle, living on a farm and having a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Boomer