This is Freckles here. I know it's been a long time since I've written to you, but my alphas are on the computer so much that I hardly get any time to even check my mail much less write any posts to ya'll. (Notice my Southernism. I've been listening to my Blonde alpha talk.) Since the alphas have the little alphas outside playing right now, and since they won't let me out for fear I might go chasing after some female beagle, I'm telling you, folks, I really have a hard life here with my alphas. They hound me all the time (No pun intended). I hardly get any rest at all. I don't think I've had more than twenty hours of sleep in one day in I don't know how long. My favorite place to sleep at night is either right between my alphas in bed or across their feet at the bottom of the bed. Sometimes, if one of them is curled up sideways, I will curl in the crook of their legs and sleep there. My dark alpha doesn't always like it when I sleep on her legs though. She fusses and tries to push me off the bed, and then the blonde alpha has to wake up and mediate between us. She usually finds a solution, and I end up sleeping on her side of the bed.
The alphas say I dream when I sleep. They are always talking about how cute I look when I'm chasing rabbits or running across the cornfield in my dreams. I wonder how they know what I'm dreaming about. They also say I talk in my sleep, growling and doing little puppy barks. It's a good thing they don't understand dog language. I'd hate to have to wash my mouth out with soap, and I'm sure my blonde alpha would make me do that if she knew what I was saying in my sleep. She can be a very strict alpha.
My blonde alpha is the cook around here and she fixes the most wonderful smelling stuff in the world. I've learned some of the names of the good smelling things that she fixes so that I'll know when they are talking about them. That way I'll know when to attach myself to the blonde alpha's leg and nudge her with my nose to let her know I'm ready to eat anything she wants to give me. I've learned the words coffeecake and muffins and chicken... (Sorry for the delay. I had to stop and wipe the drool off the keyboard)...and cake and pancakes and turkey...well, you get the idea. I will eat just about anything the blonde alpha gives me. However, I refuse to eat the grape the dark alpha tried to hand me this morning. I dropped that on the floor right quick.
Well, I'm going to have to close this note now. My dark alpha just came inside and got a piece of coffeecake.