Sharing by Bailie

The other day I heard my people talking about a “Round-up.” I knew about Round-ups from my time on the Ranch with Tish, Kiwi, Roux, Bubbles, all my litter mates and other playmates. Here was language that I understood. But, when we went out back, I didn't see any cows, horses, ducks or sheep. Dad said that he was putting the Roundup in a great big tank looking thing with a hose on it. I said to myself, "Self, Dad sure isn't going to get many cows or horses, or sheep or even ducks in that tank thing.” Then, just when I'm getting ready to herd those things in that tank, it starts buzzing and whining. All of a sudden, water squirts out the end if the hose. Boy was I disappointed! All they wanted to do was kill all the grass and then cover the dead grass and dirt with mulch. I heard them say that now I would have to dig down 5 inches to get to my dirt again. It is the blackest, coldest dirt that I have ever dug in, my white socks and face get really dirty, and I'm a real ranch puppy again.

Now, I have heard that Tish and Barbara have experimented and found some great stuff to get dirty Beardies white again. I’m going to start a petition and get all the Beardies to sign it. We are the ones being judged and we are going to change the standard. In the future Beardies do not have to have paws and mouths clean and sparkling white, we can be judged just as we are after we do what God intended us to do --- dig holes, chew sticks, and for me, play with banana leaves. Now come on litter mates, get behind me on this!

My puppy mind wonders - where was? Yes, I was about to tell you about my new mulched bathroom. It even has a Doggie Dooley. If my people think that I can open that lid and then get my butt over that hole, and do my business --- well, they have another think coming! I am a Beardie, not a contortionist. Next they will probably have doggie toilet paper next to it. Newsflash: Mom’s Oriental rugs do just fine for that part of the job. I do hope they put toilet paper so if I get bored, I can pull it off and paper the yard. I have already learned that trick, and Mom has pictures to prove it. No command need for that trick.

I do have one more funny thing to tell everyone-it was funny later, but not when it happened. Last night I was snooping where I didn't belong. I got wrapped up in the wiring for the rain gauge. It scared me. I jumped and ran, and when I did the rain gauge and a 7 gallon plastic planter were following me. I let out an embarrassing squeal. Dad grabbed me up and carried me inside. He thought that a raccoon, opossum or an armadillo had gotten me. I will be very cautious when I go in that area again. You can fool me once but not twice.

My size 12 paws are worn out. So I will say Good Night, for now.
Bailie