--playing with the lens cap of the camera.
--grooming Oscar; he got along with everyone.
--taking a nap behind the sofa
--out for a walk on the leash as a baby (he hated the leash but loved to chase garter snakes).
--playing with dolls.
--king of the chair.
--only a few months old in this photo.
--snuggling with his beloved, Babs.
--chomping on hay in his litterbox.
--enjoying some pettings.
--giving me kisses. Taz believed in giving and receiving.
--teaching me how to rest after a hard workout.
--Taz took lots of naps. Never once, did he fail to look adoreable.
Taz (left) and the bunch (Babs and Oscar).
--Taz (left) and Babs, always eager for a treat.
--Babs (top) and Taz comforting each other the day Oscar died.
--Taz always gave me lots of kisses.
--More Taz kisses.
I found this from an earlier post, 3 years ago:
"this is Tazzer-Schmazzer-Mookie Bear. He is turning 7 in June. He jumped into my sister's lap to try and steal her cereal when she was visiting. Plus, he tried to climb into bed with her. He's king of the castle, not afraid of anything, and such a sweetheart that the worst he can do is lick you when he gets upset."