ACHOO!
ACHOO!
ACHOO!
ACHOO!
I pull my snout away from the flower assaulting my nose. Someone should have told this beagle that we suffer from allergies too before this flower tried to kill me!
It's not fair. The nose is supposed to be my friend sniffing out all the lovely smells like food! Not sending me after murderous flowers. Where's a good pizza smell when you need it? How about a good hot dog or hamburger? Or does eating a hot dog as a beagle make me a cannibal? If so scratch that first thought. Just get me something good to smell that doesn't send me into sneezing fits.
I go inside sulking that outside is apparently so dangerous and I freeze in the hallway as the heat pounds down onto me and sinks into my fur. I whimper fearing that I know what this means.
Cautiously I pad on over to the vent that the AC is supposed to be coming out of.
Instead I get a blast of dust and hot air.
Achoo!
Achoo!
I whimper in disbelief. Now the AC is out too. This so isn't fair! I'm a beagle I can't even fix this. Why is everything conspiring against me today?
It must have been because I stole the Filet Mignon last night, but can you really fault me. I mean you know how good that smells to you humans with the weak noses. Imagine how much better it smells to a beagle.
There was really no controlling me and preventing it.
I'd say I'd promise not to steal one again if you only fixed the AC right now, but let's be honest there is no chance of me actually holding to that problem.
I'll just go curl up in the cold bathtub and hope no one turns on the water. Call me when the AC is fixed.