Cetacean Obsession

In the past, I have been known to become "passionate" about things I like. I would talk about the idea or thing constantly, spend the majority of my day thinking about it and my nights dreaming of it. I used to not be able to explain my obsessiveness, but now I know. It's genetic. My dad is a relatively calm person and he does not express his emotions very often. However, about a year ago, when he returned from a cruise of Alaska, my dad was extremely excited to introduce us to his new friend, Wally. Wally is the name my father had given to his whale. On the cruise my parents went whale watching and my dad happened to catch a photograph of "Wally" right when he was jumping into the air. Thus, an obsession is born. Wally was shown to every relative, church member, friend, student, and several complete strangers. Even a year later, Wally has a place of honor in our household, and is frequently coddled, adored, and fondly gazed upon by my dad.