Bringin' Out Big's Big Guns

Dad's on the floor, going through his back exercises which at this moment means the "superman" (stomach down, arms out-stretched, legs extended, raise legs and arms).

Big' is nose to nose. Ears cocked, head tilted, in his own superman pose.

Dad's arms and legs lower, and raise again.

Big' leaps up, grabs the Kong pull toy, dashes back and drops it before Dad's nose.

Dad lowers, raises, again. Big' grabs the pull toy, dashes off to the sheep skin bunny, drops the pull toy, grabs the bunny. Returns and offers the bunny.

Dad lowers, raises. Big' gives a frustrated squawk, yips, leaves the bunny in place and runs over to the toy box.

Yes! The tiki toy -- squeakiest toy in the box. He chomps it vigorously, squeaking all the way back where Dad is now on his back in the midst of leg lifts.

Squeak, squeak, SKUEAK!

Dad takes it, gives a squeeze, and tosses it into the next room as he raises himself off the floor.

Yes! It worked! Big' dashes after it, eye whites shining his glee.

He's back... squeak, squeak, he growls as he shakes it.

Dad grabs the tiki, tugs it free, and they're off down the hall, Big' in pursuit.

The tiki NEVER fails.