Gentle(?) Giant

Jericho, as we all know, is big. He's always been big, and maybe always will be. I love his big self, and even though he's a giant...he's still a "baby" in so many ways. He's only 3, and he still needs a lot of attention and snuggling. That's totally fine with me. He still talks like a baby sometimes, too. ;)

Since it's Spring, there are currently inchworms everywhere. Jericho loves these things. He calls every single one of them "inchie". (I'm not sure if that's because he really likes the name he picked out for them, or if he thinks they are all the same worm.) Either way, he is constantly bringing them to me in the house when he's playing outside.

The only sad part about him and his little pets, is that he doesn't realize those big giant paws of his frequently crush said "inchies". He tries to pick them up, or put them back outside, but those chunky fingers of his just are a bit much. I always distract him though, so he doesn't realize they aren't crawling away. I love Spring, but I will definitely be glad when the inchworms move on, so that I can stop feeling bad for all the inchworms' lives lost.