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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