Several years ago, my son, Nelson, found this horrible creature in a Halloween store. He named it "Jim." I thought Jim had disappeared forever. It was wishful thinking. Jim has been resurrected. Thank you, Watson. I have no idea from where Watson found this treasure, but a few days ago Jim appeared on my back deck. Watson was already in the proverbial dog house for chewing the following: a credit card, my daughter's ipod, a computer cord, toilet paper, lots and lots of toilet paper, various shoes, and the handle of a hairbrush. Jim was the piece de resistance. Here is the BADDOG with his new BFF, Jim. Loook at those ears, though!