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The Life & Times of Ruger the Beagle

You Can't Blame A Beagle For Tryin'

Seems I'm off to a bad start again.

Last week was bad enough. First I got caught nailin' that goofy hen News who was dumb enough to fly into MY yard. PeggyLu caught me ... turned the dern chicken loose and I had to stew on the chain for an hour.

And then you know what she does????? She takes me to the vet's and I come home missing a very important part of my anatomy AND SHE HAS THE NERVE TO CALL IT AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT!

A little extreme don'tcha think?

I mean just because I landed in the middle of that grumpy ol' pom she thinks so much of.

He's the one with the attitude, always grumpin' at me every time I walk by.

Anyway it all started last night. Toys & rawhide bones were layin' everywhere, she'd even thrown out the big ol' pillows from our crates so Claude could laze around on 'em. They looked like giant stuffed animals to me. Who knew I wasn't suppose to chew the corner off of the new one she just bought?

Most nights I don't have to crate because I'm a big boy and I don't USUALLY chew up things I shouldn't or have accidents.

But she threw me in and I had to spend the night like some little puppy ... so I whined all night ... he he he ... and this morning when Luke whined cause it was an emergency and he really needed to go out, PeggyLu thought it was me ... and he pooped all over his crate ... he he he.

AND DIDN'T EVEN GET IN TROUBLE! Sheesh, you just never know with that woman.

She was in a rush too. She cleaned up really quick (and not near good enough cause it was still stinky) and got out the leashes.

Hallelujah! We're going for a ride! She puts me & Chance into the car and I'm thinkin' we're headed to Dad's and I'm gonna get to romp with Chance & my brother and we have so much FUN huntin' around the hay bales and body slammin' each other. We haven't got to do much body slammin' lately ... haven't got to do much of anything come to think of it cause Chance's been down for some reason.

I'm thinkin' of all the fun we're gonna have and Chance is a wigglin' and waggin' and then uh-oh ... she goes and turns on one of those paved roads ... that's not good cause ALL PAVED ROADS LEAD TO THE VET.

OH MAN WHAT'S SHE GONNA HAVE THEM DO TO ME THIS TIME?

First she stops by Doc H and drops off Chance. I feel real sorry for him but I can't help but be relieved that she doesn't make me get out too. When she comes back Chance isn't with her ... that's not good.

Then she drives on to Doc S's office and sure enough they throw me on the table and start snippin' away & then the nurse says, "There ya go, no more stitches."

This is so not cool.