A Travelogue.
(As written by Tommy Beagle)
She’s putting on her walking shoes. She’s putting on her walking shoes. She’s putting on her walking shoes.
Leash. Leash. Leash.
Yes, yes, yes, it’s Walkies. WALKIES.
Yes, yes, yes, it’s Walkies. WALKIES.
Whadda ya mean, “sit?”
I can’t wait.
Open the door. C’mon, open the door. Open. Open. Open.
Open the door. C’mon, open the door. Open. Open. Open.
Oh, Wow, the whole world is still here.
Look, look. Grass,
trees, sidewalk.
Oop. Gotta pee.
Smells. Smells. Smells.
Pee mail check on the mailbox post.
Leave answer.
Leave answer.
Squirrel!
This is my favorite street.
Pee mail check on the telephone pole.
Pee mail check on the telephone pole.
Leave answer.
Bunny!
The Park! My
favorite.
Ducks! Ducks! Ducks!
Meet friends. Sniff butts.
Ducks! Ducks! Ducks!
Meet friends. Sniff butts.
Squirrel!
Smells. More smells.
More smells.
I don’t wanta leave the park.
Wow. The street from
the other direction looks like a whole new street. My favorite.
Ditch walking.
Ditch walking.
Ditch walking.
Pee mail check on Stop Sign.
Leave answer.
I can see home. Come
ON!
Chipmunk!
Look at me. Studly
beagle coming down your street.
My door. Open
it. Open it.
Water, must have huge gulps.
Water, must have huge gulps.
Leash off. Curling up on my couch.
Whew!
How come you never take us on walkies? It’s been forever
since walkies.
Speaks to the rather limited attention span of a dog, doesn't it? Rufus acts like he can go out anytime you ask if he wants to...even if he was just back in the house for 5 minutes.
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