The Beagle Claims He Was Tricked

Here I am, minding my own business.
Here I am, minding my own business.

Dear Kind & Gentle Readers –

I got tricked!!!  Yes, I got tricked.  Wait until you hear what Mom and Dad did to me this time.

It started innocently enough.  After the grand morning ritual of the giving of the treats, Mom let me back outside again.  I was so happy!  It was a nice day out and there were lots of little boys to bark at as they walked to the bus stop.

Then Mom comes around to the side gate, whispers my name, and rattles my harness.  Oh wow, wow, wow.  I’m going for a walk!  Or to daycare!  No, a walk!  Check pee-mail!  Joy, joy, joy.  Can you tell how excited I was?  And I was alone – no sharing Mom with any of my brothers.  Little did I know that was by design, until it was too late.

I'm so excited!  Mom has my harness and I'm going for a walk!!  Or something!!
I’m so excited! Mom has my harness and I’m going for a walk!! Or something!!

So Mom let me out and I ran up and down the fence as fast as I could, but finally I was a good boy and let her put my harness on.  Dad was waiting by the car and more wow!!  Now, I’m going with Dad in the car.  I just excited and excited and excited.

We got out of the car and I hop, skip and run in the building with Dad.  Uh-oh.  Brake time.  This isn’t daycare!  And sure isn’t a walk!  Nooooooooooooooooooo.   I’m at the vet!!!!!

Bad Dad!
Bad Dad! I’ve been betrayed!!

Dad gave me to the torturers, who put me a cage.  Eventually I was too sleepy to stay awake and the next thing I know, my mouth hurts and so does the back of my neck.  Ewww!  My teeth got cleaned and a lump on the back of my neck is gone now.  Double icky!  My neck got shaved and the stitches itch, but Mom and Dad won’t scratch it for me.  At least I don’t have to wear a bozo collar.

I don’t care if it’s for my own good.  I don’t care if the vet says it was good the lump was taken off while it was still small.  Don’t care don’t care don’t care.  I wanted a walk and I didn’t get one.  In fact, I didn’t feel good when Dad put me back in the car.  I didn’t throw up, but I think I walked into a wall.  And the couch seemed to be a long way up from the ground.

How come I need a nap after I go to the vet?
How come I need a nap after I go to the vet?

So that was my big adventure.  And let me tell you, it stunk.  It was like getting a bath but worse.  I mean, was that fair?  Hellooooooo – a harness means a walk!!  Don’t you people know that?

Mom was nice to me later (take note Dad – you could have given me more treats to make it up to me.  A lot more treats.  But did you?  No.)  She stroked my head, cooed at me and told me what a good boy it was.  How could I resist melting in her hands?  I love it when she uses that special tone of voice and looks in my eyes.

Leave me alone.  I'm tired and crabby.  Go away.
Leave me alone. I’m tired and crabby. Go away.

But dear readers – you can help me out.  Yes, you.  Am I not pitiful?  And deserving of treats?  So send treats.  Lots of them.  Oh, wait, Mom just said something to me.  WHAT?????  I’m too fat already?   But I need treats!  Uh-oh.  Mom just said no.  No – wait – don’t take the keyboard away – I promise to be good – no asking for treats.

Dad!  Dad!  Mom’s nuts!  Let me out in the yard – now.  Yes, now.  Hurry up man and get that door open!

Gotta go!  Be good and don’t get in trouble with Mom about treats.

Love ya!

The Beagle

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    • That was why I left the link! It’s always fun trading stories of what our dogs did this time. Your pugs are adorable – such cute faces.

  1. Oh, what an adorable beagle! Who can blame him for being a little huffy about your trick? But in typical beagle fashion, he seems to have forgiven and bounced back. So resilient! Thank you for this lovely post.

    • I’m glad you enjoyed it. He’s quite the tattle tale and I have to be careful about what he’s going to blab about next.

      Thanks for stopping by! I’m glad you left your dogs on the front page of your blog – they are so handsome. When the time is right, you’ll replace them with another love.

  2. AWWWWW, I loved this little beagle! Thank you for sharing your tale of woe with us. I hate to admit this to you, but you had me HOWWWWLing in laughter as I read about your master’s trickery. Sorry. ;)

    • Yeah, I guess it’s funny now, but I wasn’t too happy with Dad. I forgave Mom right away, but Dad’s the one that took me there and handed me over. Bad Dad! I’m glad you got a laugh from my trials and tribulations though.

  3. I hope Mr. Beagle gets well soon. He does have a very loving parents that cares for him a lot. Sometimes, we have to do the tricks so it doesn’t scare our love ones when they had to go through things like doc visits.

    • I know Mom & Dad love me, and if they didn’t trick, they wouldn’t get me in the car. Mom says I’m a perpetual toddler. I guess that means I sulk even over things that are good for me and don’t cooperate if I don’t like it. Thanks for the note. I’ll try to be a better beagle.

  4. Dear Beagle, You are so lucky that Mom and Dad care for you so very much. If you did not see the vet your life would be much shorter and you would have far fewer treats and walks in your future. I am off to check out your page.

  5. Oh my! Even tho I know it was for your own good – sounds like a pretty dirty trick to me too – the bus ticket to MO will be in the mail – as long as you can get your mom or dad to take you to the station! K

  6. Oh, poor beagle! But at least your teeth are nice and clean for when you finally get to munch on all the treats you desire! More treats for the beagle, I say…which will also mean more walks, I’m afraid. But walks are fun, right?

    • I love my walks, but I have a bad back now. The vet said something about beagles being genetically predisposed, whatever that means. Mom keeps painkillers for me, but I don’t need them except several times a year so far.

  7. Well, in fairness to you Beagle, you wouldn’t be so fat if they had taken you for a walk instead of the vet. I think they owe you a walk. And treats because you didn’t get your walk. And treats because you are hurting. And treats because you are so cute. :)

    • Oh wow, Colleen, aren’t you the bestest! I am cute and very deserving of treats. Mom would walk me more if I didn’t have a bad back. I love going on, but after about 15 minutes, I don’t feel too good. She says so far I’m doing good not needing much painkillers, but the long walks we used to do just can’t happen anymore.

  8. You obviously get no respect! I don’t much care for teeth cleaning, either. Come to think of it, I don’t get any treats, either! We should go on strike.

    • Hmm. . . striking for treats. Oh wait, Mom says I already do that when I won’t come in from the yard without the “T” word. And wait until I tell Mom that I’m not the only one who doesn’t want to get their teeth clean! I told her I didn’t want to do that but did I have a choice? No. I got tricked!

  9. I’m sorry you had to go throught that my fav beagle. Hope you feel better soon and I’m sure you will get that much needed walk. (Sending treats but don’t tell mom)

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