Knox is a lot like a Mal. He's a screaming banshee with more drive than brains currently. We've pretty much gone back to the basics because his brains fall out on the field and he can only scream at me.
Luckily, he doesn't really redirect onto me when he gets frustrated. we've had our come to Jesus meeting about that, and he remembers. He yells, shrieks, hollers, screams, moans, groans and mutters under his breath about everything. He's a nut job for sure. But he will think before he acts, which is both good and a little nerve wracking because you never know if two plus two to him will always equal four. But he's a creepy stalker dog who follows me to the bathroom and tries to get in the shower with me, who screams if I leave the house without him and he knows where I'm going.
He eats entirely too fast for his own good so he can follow me some more, constantly checks in with me, will not use the bathroom if I even think about looking at anything that could possibly be turned into a toy, and therefore a game of tug, ect.