Ah, Tucker and I caught another of the wicked wabbits this morning! Mom let us out at 6:30 a.m., then heard the squealing of a small creature. Sure enough, Tucker and I had pinned down a bunny that should have been home in bed. Soon, the rabbit wasn't the only thing squealing. Mom was yelling for Dad, and both of them raced out in whatever they could find to through on over their jammies. Tucker and I got sneaky, and wandered about the yard as if we were just casually partaking of our morning sniff. Dad gave Mom a dirty look, believing that if there ever WAS anything in the yard, it had got away. Mom got us back in and breathed a sigh of relief.
Later, Mom gave in to our pleas to go out again before she got in the shower. When she opened the door to let us in, I marched proudly to the house with my prize in my jaws. I wanted to bring it in the bed to show Dad! Mean Mom made me drop it outside before I came in. Then Dad put on 2 pair of gloves, grabbed 2 garbage bags and a shovel, and that was the last I saw of my -- ok, OUR, rabbit. But Tucker and I keep checking.
Dear Mom and Dad,
Aunt Cindy tells us you are coming home tomorrow-- be sure to bring yappers or squirrels from the south if you want to be coddled by your favorite beagles. I am sorry to say that last night Tucker blew it. We went outside before bed and shortly after we were tucked in by Aunt Cindy and given nice treats he went and pooped a triple batch on the floor. Aunt Cindy was not happy. Today Maxwell is running around the house bragging because he was notified that he will be on the main feature page of his group "For the Love of Pug"- otherwise known as FLOP. They have put his beach picture on display with a caption of "rubber ducky, you're the one". You should check it out-- I told him he is not the ONLY pug with his picture on the page so it is no big deal, but he says it is too! Tonight Aunt Cindy topped our dinner with ham and we were all very excited-- Aunt Cindy yelled at me because I left the food after I ate the ham and tried to take everyone else's ham. As you know, I enjoy the finer things in life-- what's wrong with that? Aunt Cindy went to the theatre last night and came home very happy-- she said it was the best show she has seen in years.
We look forward to seeing you tomorrow and I will do my best to keep Tucker from pooping again. By the way, neither one of us have tried to run away at all! However, I must admit, I have tried to wake the neighborhood up in the middle of the night on several occasions-- last night being the worst-- I was trying to tell everyone that Aunt Cindy was home and we were celebrating, but she was not happy with me. I will make it up to her.
Love (with reservations based on what you bring me)
Dear Mom and Dad,
It's Buska here-- I've decided to update you on the news from the Grandpaw whom I spoke with today. First of all, we all know he had no squirrels worth chasing. Then, he cat-trapped the local cat so I lost out on that bit of furry fun. Now, wouldn't you know it-- the yappers have moved away. I ask you, what fun will it be for a beagle to visit Grandpaw anymore? Must he take away all the joys of life? Grandpaw seems very pleased that the yappers have left but I am left feeling hungry and rejected. He could have at least trapped one in a cage and saved it for me-- I'm sure their mom wouldn't have noticed. On the other hand, maybe a Chihuahua will move in next door (like the rat that lives next door to Cindy's). One that is so stupid it will crawl through the fence to explore Grandpaw's yard only to be caught in the jaws of this beagle. Aunt Cindy is going out for dinner and the theatre tonight-- we have promised her we will all be very good boys. Last night she gave us delicious marrow bones that we chewed on for about three hours. Irving says his jaw is tired but I could gladly chew on another one. It is 100 degree's outside and humid. Aunt Cindy's feet hurt and none of us beagles and pugs are fond of how it feels outside when you're wearing a fur coat. She broke open the pupperoni's this morning and we all sat together on her bed and had little bites one by one as we chatted about the day. We all liked the pupperoni's and the nice chat we all had together. Gotta go--- if you see any yappers on the road please bring them back for me to torment.