When we found this guy at a surplus stuff place in Virginia, we knew he was perfect for our yard (where we have a four foot metal rooster, a rust-red metal peacock, and various other critters). We named him Woofman. When we got him, he was all grey. We've had him out in the yard overlooking the road for a couple of years now, but in the meantime, he's taken on a white color for some reason. In any event, he's our guard dog, of sorts. Our Airedale, Jack, still tries to get this guy to play and sniffs his butt. OK, sometimes Jack's not the brightest bulb on the tree.