Let’s be honest: Ugo looks more like he just stumbled out of a rave in a greenhouse than a hard day’s work. Dressed in his trusty work overalls and wearing the expression of someone who briefly discovered the meaning of the universe—only to forget it moments later—he’s the tireless laborer who digs holes mainly for the joy of falling into them.

He loves the earth because it’s the only thing that never asks, “Ugo, are you even paying attention?” Loyal in the uniquely chaotic way only a bulldog with a permanently crooked tongue can be, he’ll follow you anywhere—mostly because he can’t quite remember the way home. But he does it with such wonderfully bewildered enthusiasm that it’s hard not to find him endearing.