Bosley

I, Sandra, fed Bosley the most out of anybody else in the zoo. I'd like to think we had some sort of bond, as he stopped attacking me after only a week, which is rather impressive.

Bosley Goes For A Walk

The first time we ever closed our doors to the public, or at least the Sector that houses Bosley, I thought it would be a great idea to take Bosley for a walk. I wrestled with him to get a harness, lead and a muzzle on, and once we did we took a nice stroll down the Sector.

Thanks to my superb strength, this beast never strayed too far from me as we met all the different animals. He seemed to enjoy himself and he was on his best behaviour, so when we got back to his enclosure I gave him all the treats I could possibly give him. Three. I was allowed to give him three treats.

Food Bowl Bloodbath

What I like to call the "Food Bowl Bloodbath", three years ago we had a little bit of an issue. Some moron zookeeper who had only been here a week thought it would be smart to steal the key to the wolf-dog enclosure, grab about twenty food bowls, and throw them in. Why? I have no idea. But the noise from the metal bowls clanging on the ground send Bosley into a panic (he's a wimp when it comes to noise), which set Freya off, and the zookeeper got bit in the arm.

The bite was so bad it broke his bone and he was immediately rushed to the emergency room. I was thrown into the enclosure to clear up his mess, the blood and bowls, and to calm down Bosley since I am the only person capable of approaching him without being mauled.