He waits at the door when I pull up and comes out to carry in a bird. He doesn’t care when I leave him home anymore. Loves life in the house, but the second I get home if I don’t give him a bird he pouts. He walks it in, shows it to momma so she can tell him what a good boy he is, and then brings it to the garage. At four months shy of fifteen, he can do whatever makes him happy. Keep up the good work Mag!