Back in 2003, I first wrote about Basilone and how much we loved him, how totally rad he was. Then in 2005, we had to say goodbye to him because our landlord was super-duper allergic. We sent him to live with Joe’s parents. It was a sad, sad day.
Bas has loved it at the Crawford’s in Virginia. He is happy and spoiled and gets treats a few times a day.
Here he is at the bar, waiting for someone to give him something chickeny. His front leg on the bar like that kills me. Like he’s about to say, Vodka on the rocks, and make it a double!
He loves Phyllis.
And not just because she gives him the most treats.
