In truth I can't really call him a boy because Butch really lives up to his name. He is a manly man, as you can see. I am more than halfway through my week long visit with him, and although we go way back, I have just discovered his obsession with rubber bands. We
spent most of yesterday's rainy afternoon with Butch springing gleefully throughout the house after a multitude of flying rubber bands. I guess that's why we get along so well, because we are both so easily entertained.
