Manard

Manard, he's about 8 years old, I got him from an abused animal shelter in 2009, both of his front legs had been broken along with 3 ribs; he is way happier here in the woods (now that he knows not to mess with the skunks) than my old small apartment; the true master of the cabin and the woods: he knows exactly were the boundries to the property are and never steps a foot out.