What is it about Walter?

I take photos of Walter all the time. There's something about him - his grumpy innocence maybe - that I feel must be captured. This afternoon he was hanging out on the couch - his head resting on his hand, with his tongue sandwiched in the middle. And yes I know, his fingernails are horribly long. If he didn't try to tear my arm off every time I cut them them he might get them clipped more often. Oh, and that crud on his nose? Dried hamburger from his breakfast. If he didn't try to tear my arm off whenever I try to clean his nose it might get done more often.