I'm still here! The Charlie Report for Monday, October 4, 2010

Probably you thought I was gone but no I am still here, only I've been so busy.  I am now one and three-quarters years old and I am still the greatest in the world.  But Rosie is still here and I think sometimes she thinks she's the best but she's not.  Do you know how much she BARKS at everything that goes by the house? No wonder she doesn't get to go on vacation to Ohio.  ALTHOUGH Mom and Dad didn't take me the last time they went to Ohio, either, and I think Grandma probably was really mad they didn't and wouldn't talk to them at all the whole time, and then she sent them home with a big fleece bone for me not for Rosie.  I guess we know who THE GREATEST IN THE WORLD IS, huh?

I had a very wormy summer, with the doctor guys saying I had worms and I had to take pills for killing worms, but that was okay because the pills come in cheese.  I showed Rosie how to play chase in the backyard, but then she started coming into my secret hideout in the hydrangeas, which is against the rules for everyone but me, but she kept doing it, so then I started using Secret Hideout 2, which I hadn't used since I was a baby, and Rosie was too fat to use it so I WON.

There were also lots of these acorn things in the yard lately, and Rosie started chewing them, so I started chewing them, too, but Mom won't let us bring them in the house.  Then Rosie had some pooping problems that my Cathy noticed and told Mom about, and had to take medicine probably because of acorns, but it was a good thing because it meant more cheese for everyone, including me who has no pooping problems.

In sad news, Mom is still crazy: she's been digging up stuff in the backyard, but when we try to help her she's all "Don't dig in the backyard!"  Whatever, crazy lady.

Aside from all that, things are pretty much normal.  I make sure to clean Daddy's head and face and ears every night because he is dirty, and then I clean the lotion off Mommy's feet and hands.  Rosie doesn't do much of anything because she's not that great.  Well, she is good for snuggling with.  I guess that's true.

This has been The Charlie Report.

Yay, Daddy!

I loves my dad very much, even more than delicious bones and freeze-dried liver.

A song coming on!

Sometimes it's hard to be a beagle
'specially when you're yelled at by your dad
He'll call you "bad dog"
When you're a good dog
Saying things that you don't understand

But if you love him, you'll forgive him
Even if he's hard to understand
And if you love him
Jump right up on him
'Cause after all, he's just a dad

Stand by your dad!
Sniff all his private places
And lick all over his faces
And then chew on his sneakers

Stand by your dad!
And show that you're his favorite
By shoving Rosie off his lap
Stand by your dad!

Water water water!

So Sunday we all got up and had some breakfest, and then Daddy left to go to my Jeff's house to ignore me, and then Mommy said "Hmmm, what's that buzzing noise?" and started looking in the bedrooms for buzzers, and then she opened the basement door and went down there and guess what it was FULL OF WATER!  It rained real hard the night before and something got stopped up and there was like 8 inches of water in the whole basement and some electronic thing in the water was buzzing!  So Mom called Dad and he came home and he said "Maybe I can put on rubber boots and wade over to the fuse box" and Mom was all "No. Way."  Then my Jean called and said we should call the fire department so we did and then these firemen brought firetrucks to our house and came in our house and turned off the electricity so we wouldn't blow up, but I only know about this from hearing Mom and Dad talk about it because they made me and Rosie go outside the whole time and we missed all the excitement because they hate us!  But I think they're sorry now because all those books and CDs and records got all yucky and ruined and made them cry, but I think they'll be okay because I'm giving them beagle therapy even though they are so mean to me and Rosie helps, too, I guess, with all that snuggling and shedding, plus we both smell like barbeque sauce from hanging out under the smoker when Dad made that barbequed pork thing that we didn't get any of.  So really they should be grateful because they have two barbeque-scented dogs who didn't get electrocuted in the stupid flood.

Who is the scariest?

I AM!  Just watch!

I am so much smarter than Rosie!

Rose is very pretty and I do like to kiss her and she thinks she's so great because she goes right into her crate without crying (WHY?).  But would you believe that she didn't even know how to play with toys and that she only just figured it out because I helped her?   And SHE'S THREE!

Here's where she first learns to play with a toy.  I had been showing her all week how it's done, but I guess she just couldn't figure it out or was afraid of ropes or SOMETHING.  Maybe she was afraid of looking dumb next to me who is only ONE and has known how to play with toys ALL MY LIFE!

This is us playing with Ropey together.  Who is better at it?  ME!!

Latest Thrilling Videos

My Jean was complaining that I haven't posted enough pictures of ROSIE even though she can be so boring, so here are some videos for watching.

Me and Rosie and Mommy, just chillin'

Me and Rosie and Daddy, one week after Rosie came to live at my house.

Moms make the best beds.

Everyone is SO TIRED.