Best Beau/Bad Beau

 

I am done!

No I am not

Mama says I am her Best Beau and her Bad Beau. For 2 nights last week, I got her up in the wee hours of the morning to go outside. My stomach was roaring and making noises and I needed to EAT Grass.

We got up and Mama Accused Daddy of giving me ham, I can't eat Ham, or fat of any kind. Later that day, Mama saw me dip my head to the deck and swallow. 

She ran over and Said Beau, Bad Dog, NO..... see below.

You might no recogize these, they are avocados the size of kids marbles. She picked up over 40 of them. Seems the squirrels are knocking them down, whole and in pieces and someone big and furry and bad was stuffing himself with avocados. 

NOT GOOD on dog tummies.

Now I have to listen to her rant and rave about doing Fruit Patrol every time we go outside.

I told her bending and stooping is good for her.

That did not go over Well.

Tigger wanted to know if I eat the wood off this dino bone. No, I leaves the pieces alone. I DO EAT fruit though.