It’s All Good . . . Mostly

Every morning I eat something I’m not supposed to.  Back in Waynesboro, VA, the desk clerk slipped a

piece of paper under the door.  Beagle Man’s busy at his desk — so what am I supposed to do?  I inhale it.  He tells me the paper was directions to the dog park — and thanks a lot!  The next day I eat his toothbrush case.  Well not eat  it,  just chew it to bits.  He freaks out, but I just sit, look up at him, and tilt my head.  Then he pats me and says, “That’s okay.  You’re a good, good dog.”  The thing I like the most so far about this road trip is the dog parks.  Beagle Man makes sure  to find one on just about every stop.  Sure, I miss my pals from Winslow Park, but I’ve made tons of new friends:  Cuzco in Front Royal; Max, Murphy, Lucy, Blake, and Planko in Waynesboro; Archer, Griffin, Lotus, Allie, and Jake in Knoxville.  They show me around and we do great stuff:  Max and I went sliding in some awesome greasy, muddy gunk at Coyner Spring Park.  Beagle Man had to hold me under a spigot of freezing cold water to clean me off, but that’s fine — I’m from Canada.  If the dog parks have been the highlight, then guess what was the lowlight?  Memphis!  There were these humongous creatures pulling people in carts with wheels.  It was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen!  Beagle Man said, don’t worry, it’s just a horse — kind of like a big dog.  Yeah, sure.  Hey, how do you like the drawing my friend Colin did of me?  I think it’s amazing!  I don’t know how he does it.  And what’s this about no dogs on the beach back home as of today?  I’ve been going to Burying Hill Beach every single morning since I moved from Nova Scotia, so this is not good news.  Oh, did I tell you I caught a duck and brought it to Beagle Man today?  April Fool’s!

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