Some cuteness overload was laid on me prior to heading out to the woods. I mean, how can you say no to that face? I had to though. There's no way she could traverse some of the terrain where we go. I could put her on my shoulders, I guess, but then she might get knocked off from a low hanging branch I wasn't paying attention to. Her 7 year old sister even has trouble getting up and down the hillsides. What does the fox say anyway? Shishkabobaboobiedick.