Sam and Viv are becoming best buds. It's really sweet to watch. He has finally accepted that this drooling, grinning, little person, who charges at him full speed while screaming at the top of her lungs, isn't going anywhere. He takes a lot. A. LOT. I have visions of them sleeping together when she's older, and Sammy running up to her to get scraps from the table. Oh wait, he's not a dog!