Today I went with my people and Emma to the doggy park. It was really fun, except for the part where Dad has to pick me up and put me in the car. I’m old but I’m not helpless. They think they have to take it easy on me. Nonsense! I am a strong independent Beagle. Hear me bark!
Okay , so I’m not as tough as I used to be, but I can still get around. I took my time and wandered all over, sniffing everything there was to sniff. I really hurt afterwards, but it was worth every minute of the time I spent outdoors, with no leash on, and walking around by myself. The big dogs that were there were very nice to me and very gentle too. I didn’t get knocked over once. I can’t say the same for Mom, ’cause she got knocked over by one of the big dogs the other day. She laughed about it, but I could tell it hurt.
Emma goes to the park just about every day. She comes back and tells me about all the dogs she chased, and who was there when she went. I really like going but it hurts too much to go every day. I still like being at home on my puppy bed, dreaming about all the bunnies I am chasing.

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