You'd have to see him to know what he was like. Oh, and if you'd accedently step on his paw or something, he'd be back litterly five seconds later to be loved on. <3
Ok, call me a pink talking hippo called Frisby. Supervegeta doesn't hate me. *Facepalm*
Oh, and my dog Lucky just threw up all over my room, I had to clean it up. EW! It smells like vomit in here. But I hope Lucky-boy's ok...