Beagle Tells All! It Was Dad’s Fault!
Dear Readers –
Beagle here. Mom recently shared a video tape of my Daddy playing ball with me. I could do that all night long! Of course, I need a break sometimes to catch my breath, but it’s tough work to chase that ball with my short legs.
Now I know this will embarrass Dad, but it was entirely his fault the ball got away. Yes, his fault (uh, Mom – does Dad read this? He does? Uh-oh).
So here I am with the ball. I don’t know why Dad’s trying to take it away from me. I’m not done killing it enough! I don’t understand why he doesn’t throw it fast enough for me either. Helllllllooooooooo Dad – I’m tired of the excuse that I won’t give it to you to throw. Just throw it, will you? But don’t take it away yet.
Okay, okay already – you can have it. Now will you throw it?
Hey – what just happened here? Dad let the ball get away! Can you believe him? He finally gets the ball and he lets it roll over the edge. Sheesh man – you couldn’t just hang onto it and throw it? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? (Oops. Sorry Dad. Didn’t mean that. You’ll still throw the ball for me, won’t you?)
I don’t know what he was thinking. He’s just sitting there looking at the ball, like he can’t believe I rolled it off the deck. And then he laughed at me! He laughed and told me – TOLD ME – it was all my fault. IT WAS NOT. (Mom said to stop the capitals if I ever expect to get a ball thrown again. Can you believe she’s such a crab?).
Well, there was only one way to fix Dad’s problem. I mean that problem. I mean the ball that was carelessly rolled off the edge. It was up to me to fix the problem and fix it I did.
I love it when Daddy throws the ball for me. I love it love it love it. But Dad – be more careful next time, will ya?
Hugs and kisses. Ick! No hugs. No kisses.
The Beagle. Please. Do NOT hug me or kiss me. Eeeeew!
[Editor’s note: The beagle has been quite the tattletale this year. More of his stories can be found at:
Magic Shower Water (she made me take a shower!)
I hope you enjoy reading his side of the story – remember though that his view is quite biased as to who was right and who was wrong.]
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Adorable.
Thank you!
I can just hear that breathless, excited voice – oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!
You betcha! He loves the excitement of playing.
He really is a handsome dog, too!
Uh-oh, Dad’s in the dog house again. I’m glad you’re obedient and stopped using all-caps. Not cats, caps. Maybe your mom will let you keep using her computer. Watch the drool, though. That might not be a good thing.
Patti – what did you write to my dog? He’s sitting in front of the computer with a big grin on his face, although I did think there was a flash of a squirrel tail (?) as I walked up. For some reason, he’s now asking for cats to chase.
Haven’t been on much since June; traveling a lot to care for elderly aunt. Never seem caught up! But Jaimie loved all the pics!! I enjoyed the story. :)
There’s several more of them out there – just search on beagle.
Very cute :)
Of course – how can a beagle not be cute ( unless he’s howling at a neighbor)!
Hilarious! Your beagle sure is one funny dog :-)
He is that! I’m amazed at how well he uses the keyboard.
I love it when the beagle gets on the computer.
I do too and he’s a surprisingly good speller! I wonder if his Daddy’s going to like the story though. Clearly there is an intent to point paws.