My son, Jay, is what people used to call a "man's man." He hunts, fishes, collects guns, etc., etc. He wanted a hunting dog and if not that, I at least expected him to wind up with a large dog. His wife wanted a Boston Terrier, so he bought her one. Jay is SMITTEN with this little dog. Darby goes EVERYWHERE with them, including on vacation and to upscale hotels for their anniversaries. If they do have to go somewhere that Darby absolutely can't go, we get to pet sit him and my son calls me at least twice to be sure Darby is ok. Now he is preparing homemade food (ground deer meat, rice and assorted chopped vegetables) for Darby because he doesn't like regular dog food. Jay has researched the best ingredients and tried several recipes till he found what Darby favors. The other night we were watching a movie and Darby approached Jay with a toy and Jay got down on all fours and chased him around the room; I'm unsure which of them enjoyed it the most. It is just so funny and unexpected. You just never know what dog will touch us I guess.