Why does a hound always have to do everything? Some families remember Alpha Dad Day and make plans to go out to eat or see a movie, but my family is disorganized, which means the entertainment for the day is taking me for a W-A-L-K. Don’t get me wrong, W-A-L-K’s are the best! I insist that Alpha Dad take me every night, and if he’s tired I just pout and spill my food everywhere until he realizes who’s boss. But no hound wants to wake up early on Sunday morning, especially after he had to stay up all night because Sister Martian was having a party. Those crazy kids were running around and shouting and singing for three whole hours! I did manage to snatch a pulled pork sandwich, though, and that made up for some of the disturbance. I had counted on getting to sleep in this morning, but woe is the strenuous life of a basset hound.
Anyways, I’m finally home from a long, hot W-A-L-K and you won’t believe what the plan is for the rest of the day! Watching the U.S.-Jamaica soccer game with the sound on! I agree with Alpha Mom on this one– soccer games are best with the sound off. But as Alpha Mom tried to explain to me, on Alpha Dad Day we have to tolerate the crazy pastimes of our Alpha Dads. So I’m trying to ignore the obnoxious vavuvalawawas in order to catch some shut-eye under the coffee table.
There should be a day when my whole family celebrates me. We could call it “Basset’s Day.” I would even settle for “Woody’s Day.” There would be a strict no-noise policy, everyone would sleep until 5 p.m., and then I would go for a brisk walk, have a whole steak to myself, and fall asleep. Heavenly!
In the mean time, though, I’ll have to try to get into the spirit of Alpha Dad’s Day. I suppose I can sleep in for the rest of the week to make up for the great inconvenience of the game. And I just know he’s going to love my present: I’ve taken it upon myself to help him with his gardening!