He lives to go for rides in the truck and he's been great company on a bunch of road trips.
He swims okay, but he's not a big fan of the water. My nephew decided to put him in the pool one day and Elvis was done with swimming thereafter.
I've had him since he was weaned.
You could have fit him in a Kleenex box and still had room to hide a pint of Johnny Walker (Red Label) when I got him,
but he's getting on in years and his sense of humor isn't what it once was.
He's a great watchdog but I'm worried about him falling overboard spazzing out over a duck or something.
After a lifetime of my 14 nieces playing dress-up with him, chances of me getting him to wear a PFD are pretty slim.
The drawings are almost done, I'll have them loaded up and the links reset tomorrow (Thursday) afternoon.
The canopy is still bothering me, but I think I've got the tillers and console worked out.
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