Simba was 1 year old when he was sent to Yuli’s house. I have to be content to say it was not a bad house and household. I chased toys when Yuli played with me. She also bought chewing bones for me. I lost interest after I chew it to pieces with my strong back teeth. Her dad didn’t like me. I was also full of unconcerned animosity. I jumped at the back of his feet when he left the couch. I tried to teeth his back heels and barked. He kicked me. I moved so agilely that the kick didn’t get me. People were this way. They were more respectful after they failed at something. Etc.