Camp Becky

…sitting in a tree.  Not really – I don’t think you could ever get either of them up a tree.

As campers come and go from Camp Becky, Belle mostly just hangs out under my bed.  Some of the dogs chase her, some growl at her, some are afraid of her, she hisses at some.  But with Thurber her sentiment is, well…  indifferent.

Maybe it is because they look alike, but Thurber and Belle have always had a civil relationship.  He is the only camper that does not move her to disappear under the bed.  In fact, she’ll even share the bed with him.

I once jumped on a photo opp as the two of them were hanging out in the kitchen (waiting for me to share some tuna, actually).  This resulted in a quite infamous and hysterical picture of the two of them that renders everything I said above obsolete.

(She was actually just licking her chops after just having eaten tuna, but that makes this photo no less hysterical…)