My fiance said that she felt bad for me the other day when I mentioned how much I missed my German shepherd Gunner. Well this morning she went to her mothers to go to yard sales and after being gone till about 1 she returned home with a small box with holes in it. I gave the box a raised eyebrow and pointed at it and said "old shirts don't need breathing holes so what might I inquire is in the box?". She gave a grin and opened it and pulled out this little guy.
I named him Watson. He seams to rather enjoy my pipe smoke!
I named him Watson. He seams to rather enjoy my pipe smoke!