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."