On keeping mymom busy

It is my job to KEEP MYMOM BUSY.

Last weekend I kept her busy in LAS VEGAS. That's where we went for ANOTHER TRIAL. They had very nice people and THICK GREEN GRASS.

I never even saw grass that thick. Or GREEN.

I LIKED IT.

I felt SAFE THERE.

I RAN FIERCE!

Belle liked it too. She ran! It was her second trial since she started running again and she got tired when she was running her last run and she didn't get a Q. But on the other three runs she giggled a lot and she got HIGH SCORE IN CLASS. On ALL THREE.

And then she slept beside me all the way home which I like.

But then after we got home, my eye felt a little funny. It felt a little funny a little funny a little funny A LOT FUNNY.

Mymom made noises. "AURGH!" was one of them. She took me RIGHT TO UNCLE VET. Uncle Vet said, "Long time no see, ConneryBeagle." But I don't get it because WE JUST SAW HIM.

I got OINTMENTS.

And then MY FACE WENT POOF. It felt funny, too. How can my face get BIGGER? That's not right. Mymom made sure I was okay and talked to Uncle Vet on the phone and gave me pills. And then she pointed at me. She said, "You look like you went ten rounds and LOST." She said my new name is:

"MUHAMMAD BAWHLI."

I DON'T THINK THAT'S FUNNY.


this is how i scold mymom when THAT'S NOT FUNNY: