Sherman’s life for the past month has been anything but exciting.
Outside to go to the bathroom ONLY.
No running, no jumping, no leaping, no trotting.
You get my drift.
His life had been non-adventurous.
Which has led him to following me around everywhere.
I mean, he normally follows me around but lately it has gotten kind of stalker-ish.
Everywhere I go Sherman is sure to follow.
I don’t think I’ve gone to the bathroom by myself in weeks and putting laundry away by myself is just unheard of.
Every room that I go into to put clothes away he is right there by my side making sure I do it correctly.
Which is how he ran into Gibby the other day.
I went into Bobby’s room to put some clothes away and before I could close the door Sherman pushed his way through, which was no big deal because he’s been in there before but this time Gibby just happened to be visible and making squeaking noises from inside his cage.
And then before I knew it they were nose to nose.
Thankfully, Gibby was safely secured behind bars.
You see Sherman is not a fan of rodents. He’s actually be known to pin several groundhogs underneath his massive body, in our backyard.
On more than one occasion.
I fear that he may just swallow little Gibby in a single gulp if he could, or flatten him like a guinea pig pancake.
Notice the foam building up on the side of his mouth?
That’s a sign that he sees something delicious to eat.
Anyway, after a few minutes Gibby ran into his little hideout because I think Sherman freaked him out a bit and ever since then Sherman has been sitting and waiting for Gibbys return.