Thank you so much. We rescued him from a rough situation when he was 4 years old--12-hours a day in a kennel and some apparently rough teenage boys. For a couple years afterwards he always flinched when anybody picked up a broom or anything really, especially if my husband or one of our boys did. But eventually he realized none of us would ever hurt him. And now here he's been with us for 8 years, such a sweet boy. And now I have grandbabies--mostly little boys--who will feed him treats and he is so gentle with them. His rough early years apparently forgotten now. Thank goodness. He's been a blessing to us.