It could be said of Dust and I that we are generous. Solely, for ONE reason. His name is Heinke (pronounced like "Hank", but spelled wrong... good job Jon). And that reason is because we pet-sit about 7 months out of the year for our friends' rat while he's in the navy. Well... weasel, pig, tasmanian creature, etc; you get the point, he has a LONG list of pet names. (Insert *chuckle* cause I know you just did!)
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Just so you don't get scared and run far, far away from your computer, I'll first show you a picture of our pride and joy in his short-lived teenage years (merely because his existence at this size was hardly a month) and also at the very size that Heinke last knew him at. If he could talk, he would be saying, "Mama, pwease don't go to yor paintbawl twip." I just know it.
And here's the little terror that we
kick. detest. allow to reside in our house.
And this is who Heinke came back to last month. No wonder he was a little leery of him... can you say DOMINATION???? Oh yeah, baby! (Except Heinke's the mean one. It could be a defense mechanism, but we don't like to give him excuses.)
I think Jericho's head may weigh more than Heinke's entire body.