The beginning.

Welcome to The Good Woof. I'm starting this with the intention of telling a story; a story about how life goes when you're raising two Beagle puppies in a small apartment in Cincinnati, while going to school, looking for a steady income, and trying to find yourself before you move yourself and the aforementioned pups three and a half hours away.

This will not only be a story, but also a review, and sometimes, a creative outlet. When it becomes a review, it will analyze Cincinnati from a dog's point of view. We'll take a look at trails in the local area, dog parks, rescue organizations, volunteer opportunities, dog-friendly businesses, and the city on an overall dog-friendly basis.
The pups and I will also do product reviews of different toys, leashes, collars, accessories, training pads, and maybe the occasional sock.

As for a creative outlet, I aspire to do some sort of freelance writing, eventually journalism. This is a way of getting myself back into it. So, sometimes, there might be silly little creative challenges I do. If so, I will list a link to them when they're posted. Sometimes, there might be free writes, or dream logs. Feel free to ignore them. I'll post a paw print in the doggish articles.

I'm aspiring to write something every day. I probably won't succeed, but I'm going to try.

Now, I suppose you should meet the pups! As I said before, there are two. One is a full Beagle, and one is a Beagle/ (what we think might be Boston) terrier mix. Pictures of them were posted earlier.
Wrigley is my baby boy and the mix. I can't say enough good things about him. He's almost seventeen weeks old, and plain old black and white. He's a complete gentleman. Never barks, even when little sis attacks him. He is coming along very good in his training: he never misses the pad, knows what to do when we go out (and only ever poops along the fence line), does not run away when he is off-leash, is very friendly with other dogs (did I mention we want playmates?), and always sits when we put his leash on or before we cross the street! Poor guy doesn't know neuter plans are in the near future.
Berry is my little girl. She is six weeks old, and an absolute darling brat of a pup. She is the exact opposite of Wrigley in every way, except they both love to sleep and eat and gnaw on bones. This little girl never stops whining. Ever. When she's on the bed she whines to get off, and vice versa. She doesn't go on a leash when we walk, because she whines; but she whines when she forgets we're walking, not sitting. Her bones aren't fully formed yet, they're still straightening out in her back legs. Being as small as she is, she can hold her own, and has beat big brother in a good game of tug quite a few times. She also has cute little spots all over her legs and tummy.

I think this was a good starting point :)

Àbientôt!