Sad morning...

when I took Bebe out this morning, this is what I found in the front bed...

so I went back on the porch and hollered in the door at Steve...you know- to come out and see too...but when we came back inside- this is what we found...

he was laying beside the basket...he had died in the few minutes we were outside...I think maybe an aneurysm or something like that...his name was Winston...and he liked to bite...

the next pics are Winston at his best...