At first, when I heard Cousin Kat and her husband David and Baby Teddy were coming to VT, I’m thinking, how cool is that! Everyone told me Teddy and I had so much in common — we both weigh exactly the same (29 pounds); we both will eat anything we find — and for the first hour or so, it was kind of fun hanging out with this miniature dude. But let me tell you, it got old in a hurry. O-M-G! For two whole days it was
nothing but Teddy this! Teddy that! Isn’t he just too cute? Anyone remember how cute everyone says I am? And he kept calling me the woof-woof. “Where’s woof-woof?” Excuse me, but I have a name? Also, he tried to climb onto the dining room table again and again and again — and they just let him! “Look how persistent he is!” Know what happens when I do that? I get whacked, and sent down to the mudroom, behind bars. Talk about a double standard! But you know what really got me? Beagle Man would say, “Where’s my boy?” . . . and he meant him! “My boy” — that’s what he usually calls me! And then he lets the little pipsqueak sit right next to him during Knicks vs. Heat on Sunday — as if I’m chopped liver. Not that I’m jealous or anything. A little secret? On Sunday, I stole Teddy’s Granola bar while he was reaching for his sippy cup. Just a little payback . . .
The Roof Rack Report (#roofrackreport on Twitter, for those who follow me already on @BeagleManHank) appears on Mondays, usually. It’s about politics, travel, food . . . important stuff like that.
Hysterically funny.
I have a great photo of our Golden, Jasmine lying down and nose to nose with our oldest grandson, Andrea, who was then about eight months old.
I’ve heard that most dogs regard little kids as puppies and every one knows that puppies are the cutest critters on earth!