The littlest Little can sometimes be just a smidge headstrong, as I think I've mentioned. He's that joy-spilling-all-over-the-place type and his energy levels, while bracing and admirable, and even sometimes dizzying, sometimes find him in the way of Trouble.
And when Trouble arrives and joins ranks with our boy Oliver, there is nothing more effective than the formal gathering up of his (pointedly, all male) seal family. He weeps quietly as he does it and we all gather around watching, as it's the sweetest, most poignant thing we've all seen in a long time. He kisses and hugs each of them and says long, protracted goodbyes, assuring them that he's sure he'll see them again soon. Here you can see them at their very visible perch atop the armoire in our living room, waiting eagerly for the time to to ripe to be reunited with their very loving little Owner, errant though he sometimes may be. You can plainly see the excitement in their eyes - loyal, loving little seals.