I hate to tell Bingo that he can neither fly nor climb. The good news is, he can wait. The squirrel will get tired sooner or later. Most importantly, this is a palm tree. There’s only one way down. Jumping around the tree may be a good way to warm […]
That’s the way Bingo expands his territory. First he takes a piss on the spot he wants, then kicks off the label as far as possible. Look at his determined eyes. He’s telling you, that spot is officially his. I’m so sorry for that tufts of grass…
