Oh, so total shocker:  no bad leash habits from Cosette and no whaling manatee from Trooper.  Apparently Trooper would whine a little in his cage at the vet's office in the morning, and then be happy and playful and quiet all day long.  Go figure.  When they told me that, I hugged him close to my chest, held him at bent elbow arm length away from me, squinted into his eyes real hard, and said, "Lies.  LIES!  Lies I tell you.  The whaling manatee voice was a total scam, mister.  Yak falling down a mountainside, my butt.  You have some 'splainin' to do, sir."

 


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