On the other end of the leash…

…was a very bad dog named Beckham Jones. We’d had one fiasco after another just trying to get to the park, including him getting out of his collar while I was being a good neighbor (picking up his business from someone’s yard). Then he took off after two squirrels and I went airborne before skiing behind him through some wet grass. When we finally got to the swing set, all the children in the park squealed in unison and came RUNNING over to visit with him. They were sitting all around him, which is why I didn’t have many pictures of Beckham to choose from for the blog. Here you have it – the Vice President of the Bad Club. Beanie is the President Emeritus.


Leave a Reply

To receive a daily digest of comments on this post, enter your email address below: