Join Date: Jul 2015
Location: S. Florida
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Sometimes, they just pick a person. My boy, Watson, just ADORES my mother, who is still isn't sure animals are meant to be inside a house. She stays with me in the winter, and I simply don't exist for him when she's around. I've found him sleeping, stretched out, belly pressed against her bedroom door, more than once when she's in there. She's never fed or walked him, but he will follow her around gazing up adoringly, softly wagging his tail. Lola growled at her last year when she was down, so I'm hoping things go better when she shows in a week or so.