Summer is a tough time to be a hound dog. All of my big siblings are home and so I can’t get any beauty rest. For instance, the other day my nap was interrupted when Brother Pooch came home late at night with a big red horn. I think it was called a Vavuvalawawa or something like that. And last week, someone dared to turn on the television at three in the afternoon. Three in the afternoon! That is definitely siesta time.
But the worst interference in my life this summer has been all of my new friends. The other night, Sister Martian invited a whole bunch of teenagers over to my house. For some reason, they all wanted to get me! I don’t trust teenagers with cars. They say they want to pet you, but they could be plotting to take you to the vet! Some of them offered me bread, but I am a smart hound. I did no-go until they tossed the bread right to me! When you’re as popular as I am you can pull this stuff off.
Teenagers like to play very loud music. It sounds kind of like a whole bunch of Vavuvalawawas all at once, with scary banging noises thrown in for good measure. Also, teenagers never drop People Food- they eat every bite! I guess when you’re a teenager you just ignore it when your friends do inconsiderate things like that.
It’s really tough being a basset hound with too many people who want to pet you, but hopefully I’ll get to go to the P-A-R-K this weekend and that will make up for it!