I'm sure Ruger's obnoxious delusion that he belongs to us isn't helped by the fact that now when Aidan catches him in the morning, he exclaims, "My Ruger! Good Ruger. My Ruger!" And then they sit down and have a cup of tea together while waiting for Mom to come and pick Ruger up.
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