Boomer had no trouble relaxing at Jim and Rita’s. The poor guy sleeps like he has never slept before now. Jim had a good point that when you are out in the wild, it’s harder to get a good night’s sleep at all. Boomer seems to be making up for lost time.
Oooh…I loves me some Boston Terrier!
He found a stuffed badger (I tell ya, Jim has a thing for weird animals…once, when Isabelle was a baby, he gave her “Baby’s First Weasel”). I felt shades of Chet as I watched him try to remove the stuffing.
He also found one of Roxy’s rawhides. He was enjoying it immensely, but I had to take it away, because he was way too possessive of it. But to his credit, he didn’t give me any grief when I took it.