June 24th 2006 8:48 pm
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I am getting on a bit now, and that ridiculous white tipped thing that wags my butt isn't as rebellious as it used to be. Don't get me wrong; I still see it flailing the air out of my periferal vision, but it just doesn't get to me like it used to. Once upon a time, I chased it every day, and Daddy would be able to hear me doing it, since my paws would set up a certain rhythm on the floor. He would come running to watch, point, and laugh. (That's also a reason why I don't do it so much anymore.) Well, one time, I gave him the treat of a lifetime. As usual, it gave a flick, and I went for it. I made ten revolutions, keeping perfect form, and I just wasn't getting any closer to it, so I flipped around and did a reverse ten, hardly breaking stride! This time, I felt myself getting closer, c l o s e r , C L O S E R . In addition to my admirable form, I cork-screwed into the floor, just like sliding into second base. As I ground to a halt, I had my tail in my teeth! There was applause all around, for Daddy had been able to assemble the family to view the spectacle. I was very proud, and of course, happy that my main beagle objective in life, to give my family happiness by being a happy clown, had been fulfilled!