Identity crisis

Dear friends,
You know how my mum introduced me as a beagle mutt at the beginning of our blog? Well, my vet says that I might not be a beagle mutt at all.

He claimed that I am way too tall to be a part beagle.
Here is a picture of a handsome beagle anonymous to be compared with a picture of me, a beagle wannabe.

Hey Eduardo, this is my momma by the way (you wanted to see pictures of pawrents)

Mum asked the vet if I could possibly be a beagle/dalmatian mix but he said: probably not as dalmatians are to tall to bother mixing with beagles.

I still think I got those dark spots from a dalmatian grandma or grandpa.
Louis has his own ancestral issues. Pawrents thought his jaws and wrinkles on his forehead were signs of a pit bull influence but who knows anymore.
Can any of my friends help me decide what kind of mutts we are? Thank you in advance!
Love,
Sophie and Lou

Fun in the sun

Dear friends, Roscoe doodle here,

it was a nice sunny day yesterday and we made a trip to the beach. We were climbing down the steps and I came down first. C'mon ma' hurry up!

That's one nice beach.

The best place for fetching sticks.

I got it! Am I a good stick hunter or what?

That was a tough day for a Roscoe doodle boy. At the same time in David, where we live two other mutts had to stay home because they don't travel well. Louis and Sophie thought about meaning of canine existance.

How dare you leave us behind, our so called "pawrents"?

love,

Roscoe, Sophie, Louis

Extended family

Dear friends, Sophie here

Today I want to talk about our extended family. Two more animals share the same household but not the big bed. They are Boris the deer and Josephine the turtle.

Boris lives in our garden where he spends his days mainly eating garden plants (pawrents did not think about that one before dad brought him in), bananas, papayas and grains. All the humans who see him rave about his beauty and elegance. I am not so easily impresed by his innocent looks and that is why I howl my beaglish head off whenever pawrents make a mistake and leave a door to the back patio open.

Josephine the turtle is a whole different story. Dad adopted her from a person who didn't want to have her as a pet. We are still not sure if she used to be a pet or a wild turtle but she seems to like her life here and hasn't try escaping. Mom decided that because of gender balance in the house we need a girl so they named her Josephine even though no one knows what exactly her gender is. Mum furnished her habitat with a lot of bright colours.

We envy you doggies who had a fun howloween. We didn't do any trick or treating, but this is my costume as East European peasant girl.

love,

Sophie