Hamlet was best friends with our goose, Walter. They would hang out together in the back yard. Then he'd disappear into the woods and come back with a wild turkey. He once dragged a woodchuck through the pet door and brought it to me.
I was his person, and he loved my sister and her girls. He would totally ignore my husband, who was apparently just the annoying guy that slept on Hamlet's side of the bed. He was great because he'd go for a 10 mile hike if you wanted to, but would be perfectly happy loafing around the house too. It's been 4 years since he died suddenly (ruptured mass on his spleen), and I still miss him horribly. Pooka (LSC2) still calls him all the time. I would love to get another some day.
I was his person, and he loved my sister and her girls. He would totally ignore my husband, who was apparently just the annoying guy that slept on Hamlet's side of the bed. He was great because he'd go for a 10 mile hike if you wanted to, but would be perfectly happy loafing around the house too. It's been 4 years since he died suddenly (ruptured mass on his spleen), and I still miss him horribly. Pooka (LSC2) still calls him all the time. I would love to get another some day.