(THIS IS A TRUE STORY ABOUT MAX. MY FIRST POST WAS TITLED MAX AND THE OHIO AS TOLD TO ME BY A FRIEND. I AM RE-WRITING THIS STORY AND TOLD FROM THE DOG'S VIEW POINT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.) While reading this story think along with me and act as you are a beagle dog. GLEN
What the "tail." Waking up is roough when you can't remember anything. What am I doing on this tree on the roover (river). Probably best I don't know, how do I get offf? I'll have to rrride it out. Just when all hope was gone I hear a loud noise, it is a human thing only instead of a doggies favorite "truuck" it is on the water. Is it coming to save me? A huuu-man grabs me. I'm offf, offf, offf the tree. My tail is wagging so fast I'm lifting off the ground "rrrrr-rrrrr" wagging, wagging. I'm happy, happy, happy. Finally I'm on grrround. I love grrround where I can ruun, ruun, ruun, I'm so happy. Thank you, thank you, thank you you are my masterrr forrr-everrr. I love grrround, I love grrround. Come here masterrr I must lick you, please, please, please. Where's a rrr-rabbit, I need to chase a rrr-rabbit. I need a rrr-rabbit!!!
I take me a nice dog-gie nap under the prettiest tree I have ever peeed on. Life is so good on land. I walk around visiting humans who give me all kinds of food. What kind of place is this trrrucks everywhere and them truck water riding things. I like it here huu-mans come and go. My masterrr has left I hope I see him again.
The huu-man who pulled me off the roover is back, my masterrr is back, is my tail wagging? I must show how much I like him. Just me and him and a nice lady wooo life is sooo good. If only I was still a puppy they would find me more adoreable. I'll just wag my tail off and look at them with my puppy dog eyes. Orrr should I go chase them up a rrr-rabbit. I don't know what to do. I bet I smell, I don't think huu-mans like that stinky dog smell. I'll hang around and look as cute as I can.
There getting into every dog's dream, a truck, what'll I do! They scratched my head I know they like me. After all he is the one who saved me. I run as fast a I can but my short legs are no match for the trrr-uuuck.
There is no one here to scratch my head, to talk to me I'm so lonely. Well not as lonely as when I was on the tree on the roover. Aw-wooo, aw-woo, aw-ooo a good whine might clear my mind. I'll whine myself to sleep. After all I am on dry grrround!
After a good, whine and nap I see someone coming to see me. It's a trrr-uck. It's my masterrr and his lady. They look so happy to see me. Maybe my cute looks has paid offf. I'm in the trrr-uck, I'm rrr-iding in the trrr-uck.
I'm at their home, home, home. It smells just like them I looo-ooove their smell. Ooo-weee they give me a bath, do I smell goood!!! The rrr-abbits would laugh at me, I don't care I have a hooo-me. They call me Maxx, what a wonderful name.
They take me to this place, where a man did all kink of unmentionable wei-rrrd stuff to me. He stuck me with this thing and took some of me out, ooouuuch. Apparently there is something wrong with me, not now, I have a home! I was sick for awhile, but I'm okay now. Seems my mast-errrs have saved me again, oooweee their good humans.
I have my very own blanket on the couch where I sleep at night. My days are spent outside, I have the best of both worlds. I no longer have nightmares about the roover. Thanks to my gracious adopted family (even the cat.) Thank you, thank you, THANK YOUUU!!! WHOOF! WHOOF!
I TRULY HOPE YOU HAVE AS MUCH FUN READING THIS STORY ABOUT A LOG RIDING BEAGLE ON THE OHIO RIVER WHO WAS RESCUED.