Chowing down on a carrot, his favorite treat.
When Mike and I moved into our first house two years ago, he came to live with us. We have enjoyed sharing our home with such a funny, unique little guy!
He had many homes, starting with the nature center in the camp I worked at in college, then lived with my mom for several years, with intermittent stops at babysitter Dee's house. He had them both trained by squealing loudly any time either of them opened the fridge door in order to get a treat, but oddly enough knew not to do it with the husbands - or me, for that matter. I guess he knew we weren't softies!!
He is now buried beneath our bedroom window, keeping company with some vining plants. Rest in Peace, Howard!