My hunger strike continues. Here I am refusing to acknowledge that Mom put any form of edible substance into my bowl:
I’m checking out the Spock Clock a lot these days:
Here’s an aerial view:
I’m thinking about forming a new union – B.A.C.O.N. That’s Beagladors (or Barkers) Against Confiscating Our N……. well, I haven’t come up with anything for N. Necessities? Bacon definitely fits that category. Reed – are you interested in joining?
Don’t tell Mom, but I snuck in a few munches when she wasn’t looking. Plus, I heard her talking to my vet’s office. Mom’s going to get a new kind of canned dog food. So, the strike is working!
I’ll keep you updated. I love you, and remember, together we are strong!