Willy loved to stick his tongue out and get his cheeks slapped. I think he both enjoyed the feeling and the sound that it made- like a rock falling into water. He loved learning and cruising around. He knew so many tricks I could ask him for an entirely new behavior, and he would figure it out within seconds. He kept me going when I wanted to give up, and that gave me time to find other ways to keep myself going. I miss him so much.