Isn't he adorable? (I fully realize I'm a bit biased.) And heh. Yeah, this one time, we had taken Max to the mailbox, and were back at the side of the house. I thought he was actually trotting along at a decent clip until I realized that I everytime Mom was saying, "Come on, Max," she was also making him fly. I said, "Um, is airborne like every time he moves forward?" Mom: "Uh, yeah." Seriously, Max was having the best lift-'em-up-at-the-curb game ever.

Thankfully, he's only seven pounds, or we'd be in for some serious trouble.