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.]
I am a backyard adventurer, philosopher and observer, recording my life in journals and photographs. Visit my blog at www.livingtheseasons.com.