Gator’s New Home Resting on Enzo’s dog bed, the only one he has used do far (and probably the least comfortable of the bunch, but also one of Tessie’s favorites). The inside form of critter patrol – you can see part of the gazebo right outside. Thinking about whether this will work. . . Yep, guess this is ok. With his gator toy. My bed is one of his favorite places to play.
Welcome to Gator! Gator, with his gator, on his new bed. Very apprehensive still, seeking constant interaction and reassurance. He’s a big boy, at 125 pounds. Well trained, although walking is a bit of a problem if he sees a squirrel. He is curious about everything. He loves the back yard, almost as if it is a magical place to him. Our first meeting, at a McDonald’s in Joliet, IL, about 30 minutes from my house.
LET’S END THE CONTROVERSY! This is what an alligator dog toy looks like. And hopefully this weekend, you will see a photo of this alligator dog toy in Gator’s mouth.
This blog has gone to the cats. . . Ok, we are cats, and we have four legs, and that might be against your stupid human rules, but we are cats and we don’t care. . . Sophia and Princess, sisters one litter apart. Cats? What cats? There are no cats here. Cats are smarter than dogs, or at least they read more books. Princess has moved into Mom’s room/bed to keep her company at night. Enzo thinks he is a dog, so is really missing his pack. What are you having for breakfast today? Don’t you want to share?