My name is Freckles, and I've heard that you have been getting some bits and pieces of information about me since I was adopted by my new alphas. From what I've heard, however, I don't think you have been getting the full story, so I thought I would write to you and give you MY version of my life here.
I really don't remember much of my life before my alphas came to get me that fateful day. Somehow I had gotten myself into this kind of prison. There were a lot of us there, but I did manage to get myself a private cell with a view of the main hall. When my alphas came to get me, they first took me out to the yard for some exercise. I regaled them with some of my more daring and exciting exploits as they talked among themselves. I'm sure they were talking about how handsome I looked and my obvious intelligence. Afterwards we returned to my cell, passing all my fellow inmates who were begging in their loudest voices to take them instead of me. I did have a few moments of uncertainty when my alphas put me back into my cell and walked away, but it seems it was just to go inform the warden that they would be taking me home with them. I was very pleased when they came back to get me. Of course, I guess they had to satisfy the warden and the prison guards because they tied me to the end of this rope they called a leash and marched me out of the building to this box they called a van.
Now let me tell you about this box. It moves! Fast! I didn't like it one bit either. I tried to see where we were going but everything just rushed by too quickly. Now, I don't mind running or walking any distance you want me to, but this was just too much. I tried to tell my new alphas that they needed to let me out of this box, but they just wouldn't listen to me at all. It was almost as though they couldn't understand what I was telling them. I tried to make my words clear to them. I guess they just don't understand Dog very well. When I realized that they couldn't or wouldn't understand my words, I tried going from one person to another and used the only words they seemed to understand.I whined. I cried. I begged with my sad beagle eyes. Nothing worked. They were going to keep me in that moving box forever I thought.
Finally, when I was beginning to think that my stomach was going to inform them better than what I could about my not liking this moving box, it stopped at this place, and the two biggest alphas got out and went into this place with big windows, leaving me with the slightly smaller alpha. I didn't like this any better than the moving, and I informed everyone within hearing range of my displeasure. They didn't stay too long inside though, and when they came out, they had these really good smelling bags. I could smell food and doggie biscuits inside and one alpha pulled out a duck for me to kill and dismember. I got so involved in killing the duck, I didn't even notice the box moving again. The next time I looked up, we were at my new home.
Now, I really like my new home, but I found out as soon as I got inside that I'm not the only refugee from prison that my alphas have rescued. Besides the three that came to free me from prison, there are two smaller versions of the big alphas.One so small that he has to be carried around all the time, and when he isn't being carried, they put him in this smaller version of a prison that they call a playpen. He often talks to me from this prison. The adult alphas act like they can't understand him either. I don't know why. I understand him perfectly. He tells me about how hard his life is in prison and how much he wishes he could walk around the house like I do.
Sometimes he gets upset about his inability to leave that prison called a playpen and then he yells at me or anyone close by. I try to commiserate with him during these bouts of anguish, but he just can't be calmed by me. Usually one of the big alphas has to come and get him out for a little leave time in their laps. At night he has a special prison high up on stilts with fancy bars. I sometimes keep him company during the long nights by sleeping under this cell for a while. In return, he will throw out cookie bits and bread crusts that the alphas give him. The other inmate is slightly bigger and is allowed the run of the house as I am. He is a cute little mini alpha though I sometimes have to let him know that I don't like to be choked when I'm being petted. The big alphas take exception to my discipline methods, though, so I usually just suffer through it.
I'm allowed to sleep pretty much anywhere I wish in the house. I tried several places the first few nights in my new home. I tried sleeping on the carpet in the big room by the long thing called a couch. I tried sleeping on the couch on a big, soft, square thing they call a pillow. I even tried sleeping with the mini alpha on his bed. My favorite places are in the big alphas' room though. The first night the big alphas put a wool blanket on the floor and told me to sleep there. I figured I would humor them and so I usually start out there. As soon as the house is quiet, though, I jump up on their bed and settle down between them, putting my head and body across their feet so they can't fall out of the bed. For some reason, they don't seem to appreciate this effort and often end up kicking me off the bed. I can't understand this. I thought I was doing them a favor. Oh, well, you know how strange humans can be sometimes. My very favorite place to sleep was in the blond alpha's suitcase, which she used to keep open on the floor with all her clothes neatly placed inside. I would climb in, rearrange the clothes a little to suit me, and then settle down with a happy sigh. Unfortunately the blond alpha decided one day to take away this lovely bed. She emptied all the clothes out that I had neatly arranged for her and then put the suitcase in a small room they call a closet. Now I have to sleep on the end of their bed, and I told them that emphatically. When they kick me off, I just wait a minute and jump right back up. Usually after a few times, they give up and let me sleep there. I've tried to show my appreciation my cleaning their feet for them and making sure that there are no little crawly things under the covers. The blond one giggles something fierce when I clean her feet though and pushes me away. The dark alpha just yells at me to quit scratching and tearing up the covers.
Well, I hear my alphas moving around in the bedroom now so I better close this before they see that I'm on the computer. I don't think they would like it if they knew I was using their computer while they are asleep. If I can get on again sometime, I might tell you more about the household I live in. You would be surprised at some of the funny things my alphas do and say. Maybe next time I will tell the story about my nighttime water bowl in the special room. Until then, take care.