Brother Bob’s birthday. Can’t believe he’s getting as old as me! When I was 12 and he was 6 he was our living baby doll who we could dress up and paint his nails. He never complained. He is still like that. Goes with the flow. Great guy and we love him.
Ryder is still with me but riding my last nerve. He’s never been in a home longer than a few days so you need the patience of a saint to train him to not chew your stuff. I have every chew toy imaginable but he likes my memory foam seat cushion. Go figure.
My seat cushion with newly chewed hole one day after I fixed the last one!
Tomorrow is another day.
Happy trails
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