At night after the boys go to bed and Caleb is out of town our house is still and silent. So quiet that you could hear a pin drop, or in our case, the tap tap sound as Fish rearranges the rocks at the bottom of his bowl. I wasn’t the only one who heard the noise. Tucker growled and paced the living room in an increasing fit of anxiety until he finally pinned down the unusual sound. And then he discovered Fish on the table and is obsessed ever after.
He could really use a friend closer to his own size.
"...my Prrrrrecious..." - Tucker