We call him ‘sir’.
Does that answer any questions you might have?
Seriously though, we do know his former owner and Elmer was dropped off after hubby made an inquiry about him. He freaks out when he sees a fist- so we know what that is about. Also, he was raised with bulldogs so he is very rough with our basset hounds. But, we have had great success with this wild child through the use of a water gun. It took a few squirts to alter his behaviors. He was a big bayer, would grab everything he could and either run with it or chew it up- bills, magazines, dainties, rolls of paper towels- and he was a roughouser and the water gun has all but eliminated any undesirable actions on his part. All we need to do is pick up the gun- it stays empty for the most part but now, he is an absolute joy! He is sooooo feisty and has too much energy at times. But, we wouldn’t trade him for anything.
Certainly, slave-of-Sir... (duck’n & runn’n).
I’m owned by three cats, although I formally beg to disagree. It was four cats but I gave one back to the vet that I had adopted him from in anticipation of moving out of town (a move that hasn’t materialized yet). They get to barf and occasionally mark, and I can’t do anything more than look at them crosseyed and mop up the mess. Then one cat sleeps on my hip, the other one on my arm, while the third one makes herself scarce until something yummy is cooking whereupon she becomes a yowling furry booby trap to stumble over.