This is Carlisle

He is not gross. He is not disease ridden. He is a naughty boy who loves a cup of coffee on a sunday evening. He's brilliant and finds a way out of his cage nomatter what I do. Sometimes I come from school and he's just chillin on my bed like "whaddup." This kid's got swag.

Now Corbeau, on the other hand, is just a total sweetheart. He loves cuddling and watching movies with me. He walks around with his head tilted sideways because of what the vet believes is a brain tumor. It's alright, because he's okay for now.

I took him to school once. Not the smartest idea I've ever had. But it's a story to tell.