I tossed him a kong a few minutes ago, and he was running around the house crazily with it, growling at walls, carpets, chair legs, my legs, etc... he hopped up on the couch after a bit and chewed on it. My mom was sitting on the floor with her laptop, and he growled at her - wondering if she'd play with him. She ignored him, and he delicately leaned forward and dropped his filthy, muddy, drool and slobber-bubble-covered kong on her laptop and stared expectantly at her, as if to say, "You're going to get that for me, right?"
