“Hey Dad, tried to hijack chicken BBQ, got interrupted by Rover and Whiskers, then pranked by those nutty squirrels with a flying radish… the usual. Radishes are still a hard NO! Send chicken, love – Tippy”

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Well, if you don’t know Tippy, you’ve clearly been living under a rock in Spencerville. Or maybe you fell asleep in one of our comfy dog beds at Fetch! Toys and Treats, but I digress.

Anyway, on a sun-soaked day, Tippy showed up at Bulldog Bay, red ball in his mouth. That was when he saw it in its smoky glory – a full rack of barbecue chicken sitting on a grill at The Bone Appetit. It was like watching a Beagle turn into a predator ballet performance. He zeroed in on his target, wagging his tail so furiously that the local gulls took flight.

Just as Tippy was about to make his move, out popped Rover and Whiskers from the Tail Wagger’s Tailor. It was like someone hit the pause button on Tippy. The moment was so tense, you could cut it with one of Rover’s puppy teeth.

Rover, with a lopsided grin, said, “Tippy, every time someone fires up a grill, you get this wild look in your eyes.”

Whiskers merely twitched his tail. “Obsessive, isn’t he?”

“Listen to the cat who swipes fish from the kitchens of the Pupsicle Palace,” Tippy retorted, eyes still on the chicken. A hoot erupted from the woods.

From the heart of White Westie Woods emerged the infamous Squirrel Gang. Chittering, Twitch, the leader, danced atop a tall oak and wagged a bushy taunt down at Tippy. “Hey, Tippy, heard you’ve been chasing your tail again!”

“Only when I’ve got nothing better to chase, Twitch!” Tippy barked back, tongue hanging out in a doggy grin.

With dizzying speed, Twitch flung an object over Tippy’s head. With an reflexive leap, Tippy caught it, nimbly. His smile melted, replaced by a grimacing frown. A radish. Betrayal in vegetable form.

Tippy hurled it right into the Bay. The squirrels broke out in laughter, and even Rover and Whiskers couldn’t help grinning. Tippy shook his shiny coat, still the star of his show. Another day in the life of Spencerville’s legendary beagle, Tippy.

And remember, if you ever barbecue chicken, make sure Tippy’s invited. Just don’t be surprised if the ‘guest of honor’ eats your food. And trust me, leave out the radishes.

The End.