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As far as I know, I was born in a horribly loud and smelly place where big, long pieces of medal standing on rubber circles would visit all the time. All the time! Human Beings call them “trucks”. I call them ugly…they need makeup!!!

I was living in a small cage. Really small. I do not think I could fit in it now. It was very bad for my sleep, which is why I think I stopped growing and I am smaller than a lot of other dogs. Even other Beagles. That is OkeyDokey as I am not very good at sports, especially basketball!

Human Beings, mostly called boys or men with the occasional girls or ladies, ride these trucks into the area where my cage is located, put a piece of long, thin medal in a hole on one side of the truck, stand there, take it out, put another piece of metal over the hole, give paper to one of the boys and leave. Someone called it “filling up the tank with petrol”. It looks very boring. Sometimes they walk over to my cage and say things I do not understand. They smell bad...even the Human Beings they call girls or ladies. I do not like them.

Anyhow, after many times seeing this happen, I have decided this is the way the trucks eat and drink. They do not seem to enjoy eating and drinking like I do. My tail moves sideways very quickly when I eat and drink. I do not know why. It hurts when my tail hits the cage, but I cannot stop. Very confusing…and a little bit painful…and I still cannot stop!

I do know it is very boring sitting in a cage, listening to noise, smelling bad things, getting a little – not enough - food and water most days and not being able to stop moving my tail even when it hurts.

Life sucks.