I Want To Go Home!

I haven’t really complained to Beagle Man yet, but I can tell you guys:  I’ve kind of had it with life on the road.  I don’t like these Best Westerns nearly as much as the Loews Santa Monica Beach Hotel.  And I’m sick of the car.  I don’t even care if I can have the shotgun seat.

I’m starting to really miss Winslow Park, and all my friends there — Lincoln and Sadie and Roxy and all the rest.  I miss the ocean at Montauk.  I miss Burying Hill Beach at home — and now that it’s October, I’m allowed to go back there.  I miss Luz.  And Robby.  And Matt and Greg.  And Kelly.  And Alison.  I miss Ruckus and Bruce and Sophie Mae.  I miss Mommy.  I miss sleeping on her easy chair in the bedroom.  Beagle Man says to keep my chin up, it’s only another week.  But a week’s a long time.  And don’t give me that dogs-don’t-know-time baloney.  I just want to go home.

Beagle Man and Ricky always have a lot to say, so I’ll just pipe up in The Duck Dog Speaks whenever I can.