Hjalmar, who had always been very attached to me emotionally -- he claimed
me as a kit the first he saw me and we couldn't refuse him then he always
remained just a possessive of me -- decided that he HAD to mate my calves
when he got lympho of the adrenal.  That was complete with holding tight
with his paws and the typical "neck grip" right into gastrocnemious.  He
never bit before at all, and he never bit once he was treated but when his
hormones went kafluey with the adrenal growth I could not kneel down near
him.
[Posted in FML issue 2841]