Looks to me like he’s concerned about medical bills . . or maybe dinner! Or, maybe having chicken duty for the next few weeks.
No matter what he’s thinking, he doesn’t look too happy about being there but at least he isn’t wearing his holey blue shorts, threadbare green T-shirt and rubber flip flops.
I suppose I shouldn’t be making fun! In the past few days, he’s come to my rescue to kill giant spiders, butcher and clean a mean rooster, capture the black widow spider out of my boot . . he definitely deserves a hero hat this week . . even if it’s kinda hard to coax a smile out of him sometimes.