[ The only time Rex curls into a ball is when the urge to enter the fetal position and pretend the world has disappeared, thanks. When he sits, he needs to put his legs out, which takes up a huge amount of room. ]

When he's grown, I'd not want to see what would be hazardous to him.

[ He stays down on his knee but shuffles around so his back isn't to Mav. Just gently running fingers through Indrik's mane, causing him to let out squeaky little bleats. ]

And having him be a guard dog would be useful for us. If we live long enough for him to grow, that is.

[ Indrik could not look less like an effective guard down when he bleats and gets his tongue caught in his own lips. Blep. ]