Rocky has an important job, which is more than I can say for the rest of the furry brood.
He and I volunteer through our local humane society, teaching kids about companion animals. The poor little guy endures endless, disparaging questions (“why are his eyes so bulgy?”) and being bum-rushed by grade-schoolers.
Little did we know when we adopted this then-scrappy stray would he be so easy going. I guess it’s a little karmic payback for having Gherkin, who is 72% evil.
We get occasional drawings and thank yous from the kids. Some recents:
Looks just like us, no?