love him soooooo very much. Intelligence, not to much, sweetneess..gobs. The baby uses him as a walker every chance he gets, and Rummy just thinks it's an open invitation to give him kisses. But the moment someone says "ball" "foxy" (his stuffed fox) "cookie" "car ride" or "outside"...he turns into 63 lbs of furry tornado. I'm not going to even talk abot shedding. lol
