Poor Wendell. Riley loves him soooo much. While this should make for a 'lucky Wendell', I say poor instead because he gets his tail, ears, and mustache pulled several times a day, as well as his eyeballs poked at. He handles it all very well and has never once done more than yelp a plea for my help. I captured a few pictures of their interaction the other day.
Sharing a piece of rawhide
"Tickie tickie tickie"
"I get you, Wendell!"
"Agggghhh!"
Mommy: "You two ... settle down!"
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