You can't tell by this picture, but he is horribly thin and desperately needs to get in better health. His nails are so overgrown that they're curling under-- I'm on my way to Wal-Mart right now to pick up clippers. Oliver didn't warm to him in the 3 hour drive home from Texas, and since we've been here, he's tried to bite him twice. Danny uses this metaphor to describe their behavior:
There are two kids on a playground. One kid goes up to the other kid and says, "Hey, you wanna play basketball?" And the other kid screams, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" :)
He usually does this for the first day with a new animal, and then warms up and plays and enjoys himself. We're anxiously awaiting that occasion. I hate seeing them with little hurt feelings.
We're going to give this poor brown baby a bath and then head down South. Thank you for being so supportive during our non-Boston phase. It's good to have another little pig in the house. I hope Ollie will learn to love him soon.