Weezy's love for any and all humans is as intense as his hatred of large, unneutered male dogs and all cats. My dad has faithfully bathed him weekly in tea tree oil & flea shampoo & conditioner weekly; but now the folks are in Florida, to winter until their last. I shudder at wrangling a 50 pound pooch.
Donna is basically Pittsburgh's dog whisperer. Weezy immediately sat for her, without command, and she shoved her fingers right into his mouth to check for tartar. I was fairly freaked but she immediately positioning herself as dominant yet loving over him.
I didn't hear a single bark or howl in 90 minutes, even while he was in full view of cats.
And he came out smelling like a sprig of mint.