It's been three years since yesterday that this tiny chicken leg rascal has entered my life. Totally not his date of birth, but more like adoption. I was going to include a picture of his poop as well, but figured some people might get grossed out instead of "aww how cute!!" He was tiny and his poop was even tinier. But it stank. It was stankier than a unshowered ho in fact. Ugh. Gross.
These are photos from his first year. He was incredibly fast and super lean. His head was tiny and his ears massive. Once he attempted a flight on the back porch. Everything was still and our hearts stopped beating when we saw this tan grasshopper jump from the highest step and soar the air with his legs dangling. Lucky for him (and us) he landed on someone and made it safely to the grass where he ran in circles for the rest of the evening.
He was quite the risk taker. Now he won't even climb a step without crying, but it's cool because I'm obsessed with him and he could never do wrong.
Except, for that time he chewed through my blackberry phone TWICE in a row.
