Hi guys! It’s me….Oscar the Beagle.
Hey what’s a CVS receipt? Grampy came back from CVS the other day. He only bought a couple of things but he said he was going to wrap me up in the receipt. He thought it would fit. Is that like a snuggly blanket?
Uncle Matt got mad again the other night. He got home from work and Grampy had put out all the fixings for chicken tacos. The meat, the cheese and the tortillas. I could juuuusssssttttt stick my neck out and grab the tortillas off the counter. I could sniff em and they smelled so good!
Yeah, he didn’t like that. He kept saying, “Drop it! Drop it!” I worked hard for that but I finally gave in and dropped it. I guess there was more in the bag so he could have his supper but it’s just hard for me. If food and me are in the same zip code…..it’s like this animal instinct. And I should know because I’m the animal.
We’ve got some exciting times coming up here at the house! Uncle Doug is coming for a visit with Aunty Marla. They haven’t been here since their wedding thing. (To which I was not invited I might add. I sent back the punch bowl set that I had ordered. Uh-huh!)
They’re bringing their dog Roscoe. I’m looking forward to it because I like new friends. I can’t wait to show him around. “This is my bowl and this is my water dish. When you want to go outside you sit by the door like this. Make sure you go outside a bazillion times a day because we need to make Grampy feel important.”
He’s from Virginia so he barks with a little southern drawl.
Grampy and I are not sure how Baxter is going to like it. The older he gets the grumpier he gets. I think he feels like he has to protect us from everything. He even gets jealous if Grammy stops to pet the puppy down the street. I guess he’s the leader of the pack. That’s me. I’m the pack.
Oh well. I’ll just tell Roscoe to leave the old man alone. (Baxter, not Grampy. Grampy’s not grumpy unless he’s having a grumpy Grampy day. I just avoid him on those days.) If I have to, I’ll have Roscoe hang out with me. We sleep on the big bed right near Grampy’s feet. He complains about the legroom but I don’t listen much anymore.
Oh yeah…have a Happy Firecracker Day this week! Is that what they call it? The firecrackers really don’t bother me too much as long as my human is nearby. I figure if the humans aren’t jumping up and down then I don’t have too. That’s why I get confused during football season with all the yelling and the jumping up and down. I try to sleep during the firecrackers but it’s not easy.
That reminds me: I have to tell Sage, the new puppy down the street, about the firecrackers. I am so busy being a mentor.
Some days it’s not easy being me.
“Woof Wednesday” is the world through the eyes of 11-year-old Oscar the Beagle. Oscar lives in Fairhaven with Pete, Priscilla, Uncle Matt and the 11-year-old Golden Retriever, Baxter.
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