Buddy naps inside my jacket

Buddy hides inside my jacket to nap, and eventually crawls into my interior jacket pocket to feel enveloped. Awe... Little Buddy.

The first night

Buddy was trying to sleep on my chest, and would hide under my collar to shield his eyes from the light.

Faux nest

This is the box and face cloth that the bourgeois vet clinic gave me while I continued to call around for info about local rescue leagues. (Apparently one can only rescue animals during bankers' hours. The down side of finding an animal in need on a Saturday...) Sadly, the vet there gave me bad advice to get this guy what he needed in the interim. So bummed.

Buddy came on some dog walks with me...

My friend Elizabeth and I were researching rescue leagues from the first few moments after I found him. In the meantime, I took him on some of my dog walks with me, to ensure he'd be safe.

Buddy Love ~ When I first met Buddy...

These are the first pics of Buddy, from when I picked him up from the middle of the road, stumbling and dizzy from just being attacked by a dog.

Buddy's in the bag...

Here's a video of Buddy hanging out in this teeny military satchel, waking up from yet another nap. And you guessed it: there is a yawn in this one...

and so many more~