Stinky has been living his best life out there.
I think this is the entrance to his lair. The grass is all flattened right there and everywhere else it’s overgrown and needs weed eating.
I’m a little worried about him in the heatwave. It must be terrible under the shed. But maybe he’s dug a hole that’s somehow cool enough for him.
He’s doing great out there, ruling the garden. Waddling around with his giant puffy tail.
I wonder how he ended up here. Like where was he coming from that he wandered into our yard and thought: hey, this looks like a great place to set up.
I suspect he was living somewhere around the place behind us. Before the flippers moved in there were all kinds of plants and shrubs and woodpiles. The lady who lived in the house was elderly and didn’t get out much so no one would have known he was there.
Then the flippers cut down everything and tore down the garage and he found his way to us.
