Willy has figured out how NOT to get adopted. At our rescue events, he is all happy and waggly-tailed, until some unsuspecting human comes up to him: "Oh, how cute." Then he turns into a ferocious beasty. Potential adopter moves on to another, better behaved Chi. And at the end of the day, Willy gets to go home with foster Mom (me). I suspect I will be fostering old Mr Willy for quite some time . . .
Here he is putting the mountain lion grip around the neck of Katy, his foster sister.