Whitman

Whitman came to live with me when he was just 6 weeks old. He was pretty banged up and missing most of his whiskers, having spent the first few weeks of his life as a stray on the streets of Detroit. This introduction to life has made him a tough little guy...at six months he was able to regularly beat the tar out of his older companion, Coltrane, who is much larger.

He regularly injures dad, also. His favorite sitting spot is on my shoulders, which he reaches by any means necessary, even if it means having to scale up my back. After these episodes, I find myself being thankful that I'm not involved with someone right now, or I'd have a lot of explaining to do.