May 25th makes two years since this little starving hitchiker weerily climbed aboard my wheel estate. At five months old, he was underweight, was severely malnourished and seemingly terrified of everything. He wasn't used to eating much, so feeding him was perplexing. He looked sad and tired the first week with energy as exciting as a sleepy turtle.
At Hunting Island State Park he played on the beach at 11 months old.
Just before his first birthday, he suddenly sprouted so much fur, he looked like the Wolf Man.
Come real close and I'll kiss you!
He was so skinny for so long, it was very hard to fatten him up. Look how short his legs were. His body was so tiny under all that fluff. We had returned from playing outdoors and he was seriously wore out.
Now his body has filled out like a cute little doggy. He is sleeping by me while I type.
His first sweater was made out of my black sock. He was thrilled to wear it.