23 February 2008

It's the Little Things.

Atticus does this thing where he'll be chewing on some toy or another – usually it's a small squeaky, or rather, formerly-squeaky-now-squeakless pig of which he's inordinately fond – wrestling with it and trying to chew its face off, when he'll suddenly flip onto his back, with his back legs spread and his front paws gripping the thing and holding it so he can reach his head up – sorta like he's doing crunches – and nip at it.

This can go on for hours.

It's why I love him.

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