I'm not going to lie. We've been frantic over the last three weeks or so, every waking minute going into finding our precious buddy Gurgles. Everything had dropped by the wayside as we scan craig's list, Boing Boing, and the Weekly World News looking for some sign that little Gurgles had turned up. And lo and behold, here we find him hopping up and down trying to get into Mr. Wonton late one night right in our own neighborhood!
In any case, now the little munchkin is safe at home, eating our peanut butter and our aluminum foil and howling plaintively during the most dramatic moments of our network TV shows. And we're so happy to have him home. Many thanks to everyone who kept their eyes out. And if you see one of us taking the little guy for a walk in Prospect Park, say hi!