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During a certain period of my youth I refused to eat - to distract my poor mistress. During another (or possibly the same) I kept vomiting all the time. I used to vomit when I was hungry as well as when I had been fed. Sometimes I vomited just to be naughty, at least that was what my mistress told me. Shortly I kept her busy, cleaning up in the house after me. When my mistress were out jogging with Sniff, I used to be looked after by her sister "Löken" (eng: The Onion). We got to know each other well that summer, starting to form a relationship which would much later develop into HER being my new mistress.
 That summer I learned to run into the kitchen and dance for a treat. I didnīt mind eating treats and dog-bisquits, although denying my usual food. |
I also had a soft spot for mustard, mackerel in tomato sauce and the last little drops in beer cans. (Which reminds me of the first time I entered my new home in Uppsala. I ran straight into the kitchen and found a whole bag of empty beer cans standing there.) After being drinking beer or eating spicy food, such as mustard, I used to amuse my people with a "Circus Skutt"-performance, rolling over on the floor, growling, spinning around and rubbing myself against the rug. Actually it still happens, when I accidentally get something strong in my sensible nose. Our mistress taught us many tricks - sitting, standing, lying down, rolling over, sitting nicely, showing with the paw och keep a bisquit on the nose.
We went to obedience courses, but in competition we were never very impressive. We beagles are known to possess a will of our own, not always the same as our ownerīs. Sniff used to raise during the "lie down" and trot along to take care of business, but I was more successful - eventually I managed to become Swedish Dogīs Club Champion...whatever this might be worth.
However I donīt need any awards to prove I am a Beagle of First Class. I have always known so - it was my MISTRESS who wasnīt that sure.
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