Hey guys! It’s me Oscar the Beagle checking in again.
Thanksgiving is next week and I can’t wait. The house will start smelling great this weekend when Grammy starts baking. I just like to lick the air!
She makes this stuff called…what is it? It’s not kibble its…..ah…. Chex Mix! Yeah that’s it! There’s all kinds of good stuff in it and — don’t tell her but grandpa tosses me some. I think he just tells her we’re playing catch.
Then next week we’ll have the big food day. I can’t wait! Grandpy is such a clutz when he carves that food thing.
It gets confusing at this time of year though because the humans start buying things for each other and for Uncle Dougie in Virginia and my mom…. Sarah. They have dogs down there too. I guess they’re my cousins….whatever a cousin is.
Here’s the thing….Grammy bought a cool stuffed shark and she says it’s for Uncle Doug’s dog Roscoe. Not fair! It’s a stuffed toy…in my house….I say it’s MINE! Am I right? True I have a basket of toys in the living room but there’s always room for more. Plus it squeaks! I GOTTA HAVE IT!
The other day grandpa bought a box of Milk Bones. I love Milk Bones! But they wrapped them in some Christmasy paper and they’re in the corner of the room. I can smell them! (We’re pretty good at that you know.) Are they gonna stay there until Christmas? That’s like forever away. I smell them everyday but I’d probably get in trouble if I ripped into the box. Not that I’ve ever done anything like that before. Nah. It was Baxter, really it was.
I got in trouble last week when I bit grandpa’s thumb. It really wasn’t my fault….. he didn’t get it out of the way.
We had gone for a walk and he was giving me and Baxter a treat. A Milkbone actually. He tossed one to Baxter and then he was holding mine out for me. I don’t catch too well. I never played sports when I was young. I preffered napping.
Anyway, grandpa held out the milk bone and said, “Gentle.” I have no idea what “gentle” means. Is it a new flavor for the cookies? I only snapped a little but I could tell he wasn’t happy. I had to snuggle up with him a little more that night. I’m sorry.
At least they haven’t started decorating for Christmas yet. Grammy has this Santa Claus that’s taller than me. That dude is scary! And grandpa always tries to put decorations on me. I amuse the guy because I don’t think he has much fun in his life. Well, fun without me I mean.
Pretty soon he’ll put jingle bells on my collar and a bow on my head. He says I look “festive.” The poor guy needs some friends.
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