This is photo is of the baby after he has been well loved for a year or so and has lost his eyes. Sometimes Andy plays a little rough with him. I assume the baby is a boy and you know how boys like to wrestle.
That dog, Andy, was in love as soon as he saw Brown Bear sitting on the table, just out of reach. He wanted that toy soooo bad! There was no way I could look at those lovesick puppy dog eyes and keep Brown Bear from Andy. I intended it for my granddaughter but, nope, Andy and Brown Bear connected in some unexplained way. From the moment I let him have it Andy treated that thing like a real live puppy. He carries it around in his mouth and takes it out the doggy door to let it take a nap in the sunshine. He sometimes holds it up to the window so it can see outside. He lets it rest on the porch. He naps on the couch with it.
I had a car wreck about this time last year, had some broken bones and my dominant hand was in a cast. My son moved home with me for about 6 months to help me. Andy seemed to think my son should share parenting responsibilities with him. My son often worked until way after dark and Andy would be frantic until my son got home and could help Andy get the baby in my son's bed. That I would open my son's bedroom door and try to get Andy to put the baby to bed did not matter. He needed my son. As long as my son was here with us Andy let the baby sleep with him. Andy would sleep with me. You know, being a single parent is so stressful. Apparently Andy needed my son to take over and give him a break from that baby. When my daughter, who is really Andy's momma, comes over sometimes Andy runs around with the baby then decides my daughter needs to babysit awhile and he drops the baby in her lap. Andy then takes off to take a nap somewhere else or to play outside. Andy also liked for my son to babysit whenever he was home. Maybe the baby liked the music my son listened to, I don't know. Andy loves me, but for some reason he does not want me, my grandkids or the other dogs messing with his baby. He never brings it to me to babysit. Andy doesn't snap at us or anything, ever, but if we look like we are going to touch his baby he watches us very carefully and then will get it in his mouth and run all over the house and yard until he figures out where he can safely set him down. But the weird thing is, other days he will walk past the baby laying in the floor or wherever like he has never seen it before in his life. I just don't know what Andy thinks.