My son is like a puppy dog these days. He chews on everything, gets into endless glorious trouble, comes barreling towards you on all fours with a grin on his face and even spends a lot of time panting. Oh and did I mention he likes chasing and mouthing rubber balls? I think he would even clean scraps off the floor if I let them, though in truth he's just keeping me really vigilant with the vacuum. He also tries to chase after and drool on the cats, which the ginger doesn't mind and the silver has gotten smart about avoidance measures. I have this thought in the back of my head that this must be the age where all those stories about babes being raised by wolves come from. I could totally see him joining a wolf pack.