Willy has figured out how NOT to get adopted. At our rescue events, he is all happy and waggly-tailed, until some unsuspecting human comes up to him: "Oh, how cute." Then he turns into a ferocious beasty. Potential adopter moves on to another, better behaved Chi. And at the end of the day, Willy gets to go home with foster Mom (me). I suspect I will be fostering old Mr Willy for quite some time . . .
Here he is putting the mountain lion grip around the neck of Katy, his foster sister.
Here he is putting the mountain lion grip around the neck of Katy, his foster sister.
