So, everyone seems to be doing just fine. Ares is content downstairs in the same heated room - dashing about, begging for food. As is Janey. And everyone else. Every time I dip my fingers into the fry tank with food, I either get nibbled or end up bopping someone on the nose.
Breed for the breed, not for the money; the words any REAL breeder would understand.
You must know nothing in order to know all, for all is nothing and nothing is for all.