I trained him to hop up on stands. I would smack a stool that was up to chest level and say hop up. He would jump up and sit on in. If we had a guest or he was being bad. I would say "go to your room" or "to the gulag vis you!" Or "gulag!" And he run into his cage and lay down. He was such a good boy.

He would let stranger's kids hug him. So calm and loving.