YIPPEE!   WHOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOO!  We finally got to go with Mom to the other house!

(this is the other house)

I was sure afraid that Fuzzy and I would never ever get to go again.  Mom said I was naughty the last time I was down there—naughty only in her mind…that really yucky smelly dead thing was just perfect for a good roll and rub, but she didn’t see it that way.

Then she banished me from EVER going down to the other house ever again!

I think she really meant it too.  She and Dad went down there tons of times and just left Fuzzy and I here.  So I started trying to win Mom over…

I would do the Beagle Prance and walk ahead of her to the pick-up…nope didn’t work.  Then I would follow her to the pick-up and look at her with pleading Beagle eyes…nothing.  She just looked at me and shook her head no, got in and drove off.

Then I talked Fuzzy into begging…he’s pretty good at it…he just sits right by the door and politely doesn’t  let mom get in.

That didn’t work either.

After putting our heads together we decided that we would just sit on the sidewalk and look pathetic.

AND IT WORKED!

Mom loaded us up on the four-wheeler and off we went.  I had to stay inside, but that’s okay.  We were with MOM!

After that we got to go every time…to take the vacuum and the big ladder down, or just to go watch Mom paint.  She talks to us while she paints and we listen real close.  Until Fuzzy gets sleepy then he naps.  I stay with her in the house or I would go check around and see if that yummy yucky stuff is still there.  Mom says I have to stay in the house with her.  Okay, I will, just as long as I GET TO GO!

So far so good!

Boomer