Fortunately, he’s an outdoor tyke who cries and rips up carpet if he’s not immediately released into the wilds of Chorlton Brook upon completion of a post-meal wash-up.
Critter, his predecessor, really didn’t like it when we sat outside. It just didn’t sit right with him. But he was a little older and more set in his ways. Arthur seems to be enjoying the novelty.
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