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Yesi Having Leon here for almost a week was surprisingly painless. He learned to adjust to our schedule, something that wasn’t difficult, as he appeared to be as much of an early bird as Abuela Malena. According to her, he stretched on our driveway before going for a run around our neighborhood, and he followed that up with some sort of workout routine in our garage, which was apparently converted into an amateur gym just for him. Then he’d come upstairs for a shower, after which time I would wake and use the facilities myself. As I bathed, he would meet with the night shift of my ever-vigilant guard before dismissing them and allowing the morning shift to take over. By that point, I was back in my room and either dressed or getting there, so we had a couple of close calls as he stopped