Goodest of good boys.
He even trained his little brother as puppy to not hurt the guinea pigs.
Anytime he’d look to aggressively Elvis would get between them and growl.
Which startled me but also so prideful that he understood they were family too.
Poor hazelnut used to give him a nose kiss anytime he’d check on them. When he passed away she’d call out for him every once in a while and then go back to sleep until a few months later.
