This delightful middle-aged bean has been with me for just over a year now. He has gone from a timid, shaky little kit, jumping nigh out of his skin when I toot or the washing machine clacks, and who hid under the bed at the horror of post being delivered, to the rightful lord of this small manor. He relishes the thought of attacking feet and likes to snuggle in to his captive servant.
Seven years of abuse, and just about everyone had given up on him. Adopt, don't shop.
