Walking steppedog this morning, I decided he was TomSawyer/Huckleberry Finn.
- He knows how to behave well at home, and looks cute and endearing for family at home, but can't wait to get out of the door.
- Any food is fair game, if you're not looking it's his
- he would much rather be outside, messing around in mud and woods
- He has a stomach of iron. If he can he will eat it. ANYTHING. And no ill effects
- He seems to knock bump and scratch himself and not notice. A bit like Tom sawyer coming in with grazed knees and ripped trousers.
- Thick skinned, never mind the brambles when there is suirrel to hunt