Notes From Beckett's Crate....

Hi guys! Miss me?!?! It's been a while since Momma let me do a blog post of my own, but she's having a rough day, so I jumped on her lap and took over.

Poor Momma... She bit into a spare rib that should have been boneless, but wasn't...and cracked her tooth. After fighting with insurance, she has been to the Endodontist and gotten a root canal.

She says she's going to have to get a crown. I don't get it. Momma's already a Princess, so a crown seems OK to me; but Momma doesn't agree - she just wants it over with.

You should all be proud that I have reigned in "the girls" and no more birdies have died in our yard!

We are, however, having some yard work done and love playing on the mountains of pebbles. Too bad we do our best playing at night; it makes getting pictures of us in action a bit difficult.

That's all I got for now gang; it's nap time. I'll try to con Momma into letting me do blog posts more often. :-)

Woof,

Beckett