Woof Wednesday

Hi guys! It’s me…..Oscar the Beagle.

I had a bath this week. Stupid bath time! I didn’t even NEED a bath! I just had one near Christmas.

It was Baxter that needed the bath. Let’s just say he rolled in something. I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination. I don’t know why we roll in stuff. Sometimes it just seems like a good idea at the time.

So Grampy was watching a ballgame or something and Uncle Matt was in the kitchen. He let Baxter in and thought he smelled something. That’s when Bax went into the living room to see Grampy and the humans started making all kinds of noise. I heard a lot of “Hey! Whoa! What did you do?” Ha ha! Wasn’t me!

Grammy was working on the ambulance thing and Grampy has bad knees so Uncle Matt had to do bath time. I was trying not to laugh at Baxter when he got out, AND THEN UNCLE MATT PICKED ME UP! I never know what’s going to happen when they pick me up. I don’t like being picked up. He said, “I might as well wash you while I’m at it.” Whoa! Flag on the play. Its not like I rolled in anything.

So I stand there while he puts the water and soap on me. Can you believe it? He said, “How come you look so sad?” How would HE feel if he got a bath? I think I told you before, it’s like standing in the rain but at least it’s a warm rain. And that soapy smell is just, yuck, clean. They try to rub me with a towel when they’re done but I’d rather rub all over the couch.

Then I’m wet for the rest of the night. They tried this thing that blows hot air once, but I tried to bite it. I get back at them when I try to cozy up to Grampy afterwards.

I’m glad that Grammy is back from that Girly Trip. She gave us a good brushing today. That’s like a good old full body scratch. Gotta love it. We went for a walk too. I like walks and there’s a new puppy down the street. We stopped and sniffed a little but just when I was gonna start explaining how wonderful the neighborhood was, Grammy decided it was time to move on. I have a lot to tell the new kid.

Well I’m going to wrap it up for this week. I think it’s almost mealtime…or if not, it should be mealtime. If you ask me, I think it should always be mealtime, but….no one ever asks me.