where do I begin? happy two years to rock (aka tock, wock, Rockington, LL, henry franklin bernard, taintz, taintsters, stinky crazy boy, loud mouth and any other names his collective of aunties, pupma and pup-pa, and everyone else calls him). The first week that I had Rock I cried the entire week. I knew I wanted a dog, but it was to my shock that my late Grand Uncle would actually give me his beagle that I jokingly asked for about 30 times. And Rock was a handful. But over time, I grew to love all of his energy, all of his crazy, and all of the beautiful things that make him my dog. No matter what I do, I know I am coming home to one of the most loyal and sweetest babies ever. He never fails to make me laugh even on my hardest days. With my Uncle’s passing, this gift from him (one of the tangibles out of many tangible and intangible gifts) means so much more to me. Rock is my beagle from home. My chicken coop baby. The dog that Uncle Lester swore was going to be running behind them deer. He’s my baby boy. So on his second birthday, I wanted to share a little about this little doggie who I love dearly. Everyone say happy birthday Rock!