Maybe it was something I ate, but I wasn’t myself the whole weekend. I couldn’t seem to hold it in, and I peed on the carpet in the living room, the ping pong room . . . pretty much everywhere. Mrs. Beagle Man was beside herself, literally screaming at B-Man: “And you’re actually thinking of getting another dog?! Well, it’ll be all yours!” I felt bad about the carpets, but I have to admit, it was pretty funny watching Mrs. B go nuts. So on Sunday my friends Frankie & Roxy come over, and I wink at Frankie as he waddles in. He’s a dachshund, and we hounds stick together. Next thing you know, he takes a whiz right next to the foosball table! Poor Mrs. B has to act
like it’s no big deal, because Frankie’s “company,” but I can tell she’s boiling. Then, while she gives Hal and Carole a tour of the house, Frankie poops in the master bedroom! By now Hal and Carole and B-Man and Mrs. B are tripping all over each other for the Nature’s Miracle and the paper towels . . . and Roxy slips away for a stealth pee by the Franklin stove. The grown-ups clean that one up, sit down for lunch, and I can’t resist: I poop right next to the dining room table! OMG, Frankie and Roxy and I almost died laughing. Those two are the best. I’m gonna have to have them over more often.
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