Nailed It!

As you all know, I love Vermont.  Playing in all that fresh snow.  (And eating it.)  Smelling lots and lots of other

animals — ones they don’t have around here.  Snuggling all cozy by the fire while Beagle Man and the Mrs. read, or watch football or hoops.  But I don’t always get to go along.  They usually have some excuse ready.  “Too many guests . . . lots of food . . . he’ll be a pain in the neck.”  “The house is so neat and clean, and you know he’s going to pee on the carpet in that favorite spot of his.”  (The leg of the foosball table; it’s really irresistable.)  Last weekend, though, it was just the two of them . . . and they took me.  I treated it like a try-out.  Best behavior.  Didn’t pee or poop inside — not even once.  Every time I had to go, I led them straight to the door.  I slept past 7 every morning, so they didn’t have to take me out in the dark and freezing cold — and let me tell you, it was F-R-E-E-Z-I-N-G!  I even behaved when they ate dinner in the living room while they watched the Grammys.  (Was Lorde weird, or was it just me?)  The B-Man had veggie spring rolls, which I could take or leave, but Mrs. B had chicken parm, and I didn’t even whine and beg.  Well, hardly.  When they were packing the car to head back to CT, I heard B-Man say, “Well, I guess our perfect dog has earned another visit.”  Let’s hope so.  I happen to know they’re leaving for VT again tomorrow night.  Fingers crossed.

The Roof Rack Report (#roofrackreport on Twitter, for those who follow me already on @BeagleManHank) appears on Mondays, usually.  Actually, whenever Beagle Man decides to give me some space . . .