Wednesday, July 23, 2008

What a difference a year makes

My big old droolin' shadow/protector/dish pre-washer/bed mate survived 365 whole days. I think I'll keep him.


This is Butch. He is NOT the dog's birthday present, no matter what he tells you. He lies a lot.

Butch fell out of his nest and was not retrieved by his mother before the storms came in, so we brought him in to pass away in a warm box, instead of on cold, wet concrete. However, the little fucker is eating and moving around, so it looks like I just got another new job: Squirrel Baby Nursemaid!

I can't be irritated, though. He's too darn delicate right now. I'll get irritated if we manage to keep him alive for a day or so.


The Wrath of Dawn said...

Aw. Poor little guy.

Also: Moose pattern dog bed! You WOULD fit in here!

Taco said...

I know! I'm planning it in my head.

To be honest, though...the pattern matches his name. :-)

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

Youre the squirrel whisperer!!


Catherine said...

Both of those babies are so sweet. They're in good hands.