Christmas in July

Why is it so hot? Was Al Gore really right? Yesterday was finally nice and I got to go on a nice walk around the neighborhood. Mommy and Daddy were annoyed, though because I had to stop every couple feet to sniff this or that and wouldn't keep walking and they kept tripping over me. But I can't help it. I have to sniff. It's my job. I think they're taking me out again later today when it cools off but I hope they aren't expecting me to just trot on down the street like some pathetic prissy show dog. If they wanted that, they shouldn't have gotten a beagle.

I actually had fun on the 4th of July. The neighbors block off our street and we grill out and set our chairs in the middle of the street so we can watch the fireworks at the end of the evening. The radio even plays music during the whole display. I wasn't scared at all during the whole thing, even when people in our street were setting off their own fireworks. I just sat under Mommy's legs under the chair and then eventually on Daddy's lap. The neighbors all fell in love with me, of course. Luckily, the evil lady from across the street wasn't there so I had fun. Then, Daddy had me howl during the last note of the final song and everyone loved it. I'm sure I made their evening.

Meanwhile, they are thwarting me again. They bought a baby gate so that when they leave, I can't go upstairs and knock the doors open and root through things. Plus, I like to pee on the carpet up there when I'm home alone just to show them who's boss. That'll teach them to leave me home alone and go have fun without me. Humans. Geesh. But they still put me in the crate during the week when they're at work. So I guess I should be grateful that they let me stay out of my crate when they go out on the weekends. But I'll never tell them that. I'm still the boss.