Due to the fact that every single day I get a bunch of hits on this post from searches like “I don’t want a dog but my kids do”, “how to tell your child no dog” (ahem, how about saying “NO DOG”??), and even “how to get rid of my dog”, I feel the need to start this post with a disclaimer about how what I am about to share here is meant to be funny. If you are a regular reader you will already know that, but if you get here on a random search, please know that my trouble-making dog is very well-loved. Thanks for your time and attention. Now, the post.
Ages ago when it was just me, Jim and our late, great beagle Bijoux in the house, I happened upon something at the mall that I really, really wanted. It was a beagle sculpture made by a company called Sandicast.
Money was pretty tight back then. Jim was in the Navy and I was going to college. We didn’t have excess money for “just because” kinds of purchases, and spending nearly $25 on a beagle sculpture was out of the question for a while.
Time went by and after many visits to the mall (we used to hang out at the mall just for fun) when I would pass by that beagle sculpture and gaze at it longingly, we came to a point where it was something we felt like we could buy. We have moved that thing around with us from place to place since then, and at one point I even used a black Sharpie to color in a small chip in its nose, a byproduct of not being protected enough during one of our moves.
A couple of weeks ago, the beagle sculpture was involved in a terrible accident while some of my family members were cleaning up the family room. I was not home at the time, but found this on the kitchen counter upon my return:
I was told that they would’ve glued it back together for me but they couldn’t find the right glue. Before I got a chance to look for it, something on the counter next to the sculpture caught my eye. It was a note, written in J’s hand:
I couldn’t help but laugh. Now if only Roxie could read.
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Is that a commentary about her digging skills? The smiley face was a nice touch.
Do you hide your glue gun from the boys? Probably a good move, who knows what could happen to Roxie with the glue gun!
So when spring cleaning time rolls around, Roxie will be in hiding for the duration – assuming she could read and understands that cleaning = broken Beagle legs.
“Cleaning up the family room” Riiiiiiight….. Poor thing.
Actually, they really were. Jim can vouch.
LOL! The note is awesome. Poor little sculpture…I hope you were able to fix it. It’s so cute! 🙂
Sadly, I didn’t fix it. I decided that it had been hanging around here long enough and just looked sad. 🙁