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.