This guy. We chose the chubbiest of the litter. Sam wanted to name him Rock, or maybe Tarheat. He came with us to Seattle and sat with us around the canned pears and half-unpacked boxes. He waited up for me when I worked until 2 a.m. He keeps his post at the most available window so he can growl at the squirrels that might, maybe intrude. He doesn't eat tortilla chips or pasta off the floor. Apples? Yes.