But it looks like he did, and my middle sister got him a similar jacket. He hated collars and leashes, which he accepted reluctantly for walks, but every morning he would bring me his jacket. And around the house he would appear with an air of, "I have arrived ! I’m here to save everyone." Pop referred to him as "The Attack Rat".
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@SW-User He had an interesting temperament, although he was nice to the family. A guy I was dating came by for the first time, saw him and picked him right up. The dog wagged his tail and allowed it. I told my friend, "he must really like you !” The guy said, ”How can you tell ?" I said, "Otherwise, he’d have snapped at you. He doesn’t generally like being picked up by strangers."
