I Own the Goofiest Beagles That Ever Walked the Earth
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The culprits:
Two sisters – American Beagles
“Tamborine the Wonder Dog” and
“Klondyke the 3rd”
I swear – these beagles are the goofiest dogs on earth. Maybe even the universe.
Today as I returned to the rear yard after (*ahem*) mowing the front – they gave me the “we just have to have it right now!” bark …
After quizzing them to their vocabulary (which is a bit extensive) I found they needed WATER.
“Water?” I asked – even though I knew my daughter gave them a full trough the previous evening – as it was only 11 am the next day.
“BAROO-BAROO!!!” … in human language that means “Of course, you silly human.”
I went to the back of the barn to inspect the galvanized water trough. It had a couple of inches still !!! Granted – there were a few wisps of oak tree flowers that had blown in there – but it was fresh and clean.
“Are you sure you need water?” I asked them foolishly …
“BAROO – BAROO !!!” (Of course you foolish human!)
So – I took the bait – I’m good to my animals. They’re good to me. Letting me know when stray cats try to invade our territory or the occasional raccoon tries to steal our precious garbage we worked so hard to throw away in the trash cans. What kind of human fool do they take me for?
And so – I tote the trough to the spigot and fill it with an ample supply of water an return it to the rightful position next to their dwelling.
“OK then. Drink your water.” I say with a sense of accomplishment.
They then take a token lap.
i am taken aback. I thought they were thirsty. I then began to walk away back to the house. I then had a feeling I was being watched. I turned to see what it was. i was being watched.
Klondyke, the devious one, had one paw up on the rim of the trough and was looking my way with a sneaky eye.
Aha! I realized she wanted to take a swim and had conscripted her sister, the happy-go-lucky dimwit to go along with the plead for fresh water.
In a scolding voice I reminded Klondyke that drinking water was for drinking, not swimming. Tamborine had her normal kooky grimace on her face as usual.
Klondyle dropped her paw and moved to her normal perch on top of the dog house and pretended to prepare for a nap. Her demeanor turned to a very agreeable yet nonchalant manor.
So I turned to return to the house.
Sure enough, I looked out of a rear window to see Klondyke now taking advantage of my absence. She was enjoying a cool dip in the drinking trough!
“Clever girl.” I though to myself, as I observed Tamborine blissfully chasing a passing butterfly.
*sigh* … Such is a dog’s life.
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