Not to mention all the Tuva singing.
But - he puts up with a lot: I've chased, grabbed, pinched and poked. I used his tail as a handle. I haven't always understood the word gentle. Even now, I sometimes forget. He's not always pleased, but never takes it out on me. He knows I'm learning. When it comes to gentle, he's a Jedi grand master. I couldn't ask for a better teacher. Or friend.
Happy 11th Birthday, sweet Gabe!




xoxo xela
p.s. - You weren't so sure about me in the beginning...
we've come a long way, Gaby!

1 comment:
Tia Catha always loves visiting your blog, Xela. You have such a COOL life!
Lots of love, all the way from Brazil.
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