Soon, the puppy my cousin bought for her daughter will be one year old, and I wanted to reminisce about the moment we first met him. He was tiny, but as cute as he was, he was also terrible. Of course, at first, since it was an unfamiliar environment, he was calm and everything was fine, although my dogs didn't get along with him, so I had to keep them separate. The worst was at night. My goodness, Beagles are very obedient and beautiful and all, their only flaw is their strong emotional attachment; they can't be left alone because they destroy things. In our case, he wouldn't stop crying because his owners would be returning from the beach the next day.

Anyway, I really didn't think my cousin would get a dog. I didn't see her doing that, especially living in an apartment. They've had their share of problems with the little guy, but they've managed. They're so intense, though, that another cousin told us the guy who sold them the dogs asked if they were really going to buy him, since he knew what kind of personality he had. Bobby is really sweet and doesn't bite, and they're obedient up to a point, but I couldn't let them have him anymore because my own dogs wanted to attack him, and it's better to be safe than sorry. Besides, with someone who's sick, it's hard to have a dog that demands more attention than usual, much more than having five big dogs, just to give you an idea. In this photo, you can see the bandana I embroidered and gave her. She looked absolutely gorgeous on it. I don't know if she still has it, but I hope so, because it turned out beautifully.