My big old droolin' shadow/protector/dish pre-washer/bed mate survived 365 whole days. I think I'll keep him.
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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.
4 comments:
Aw. Poor little guy.
Also: Moose pattern dog bed! You WOULD fit in here!
I know! I'm planning it in my head.
To be honest, though...the pattern matches his name. :-)
Youre the squirrel whisperer!!
Hallie
Both of those babies are so sweet. They're in good hands.
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