I'm afraid this handsome, desert-loving fellow is still stuck in a four-season-fall-color-winter-approaching and very un-desert like State of New Hampshire.
Would it be a consolation to him to know that the trails he traveled with me today showed definite signs of fox presence?
I shall move him along, but I can't promise him Arizona, the Sahara, or the Rub' al Khali 😉.
I am sure, he will survive 🙂