He is extremely fuzzy and is always shedding and sometimes molting, so that you can pull clumps of downy whiteness from a little spot on his back. He wiggles and flaps his biiig pointy ears whenever he meets new people. He thinks everyone is a friend. He is only a foot tall, but can jump to heights of four feet (I'm NOT exaggerating). He loves to bounce around, and on hardwood floors he sounds like a tap dancer. He also loves to impersonate bunnies and hop through snow and lily-of-the-valley fields. He thinks that if he buries his face in them, you can't see him anymore. He has no tail. He is the color of pumpkins and fresh snow. He is a fast runner, and when racing in circles around a green farm or my parents' land, he is the embodiment of joy. He falls over for no reason sometimes. He is funny and cuddly and soft and licks my face if I cry. He worships my boyfriend. He adores children. He may have saved my life, in a very non-Lassie sort of way.