Big Bastard Is Here

Wrangler is back for a visit. 

Matt is out of town for work so we did the dog switch.

Ollie is visiting Jake and we get the 130 pound Wrangler.

The dog is skittish!

Every noise, big or small, makes him jump with fear. He was a rescue and was abused as a puppy.

Matt has treated him like royalty, but he is still nervous. He’s afraid of everyone…

…but not me.

He loves me, because I’m the guy who spoils him rotten.

On the way home I stopped at Dollar General and bought him about $30 worth of bones.

He devoured a couple and then drank a gallon of water.

There’s a couple of drawbacks though:

1). He doesn’t play catch. I threw a ball to him, and it hit him in his huge head.

2). Miller is deathly afraid of him.

My poor cat heads up to the bedroom and keeps an eye on the stairs.

He will also hide behind the couch, and stare.

“He’s not going to hurt you,” I tried.

If Miller could talk he might say:

“If he falls on me, I’m dead.”

Wrangler’s head is three times the size of Ollie…

…and then there’s this:

“Stop feeding him bones,” Kathy said. “Smells like an outhouse in here.”