That's the theory, anyway--in practice Ben seems completely unworried about anything.
Ben went through the house the first time and cased the joint like a professional burglar.
The second time, as I sat working on Digger, a Very Large Beast suddenly appeared on my desktop. He examined the surroundings, walked over, stepped onto my lap, draped both paws over my shoulder and head butted my cheek, kneaded my shoulder once or twice, then got back on the desk, examined my stamps and CDs, got down, and went off to investigate the washing machine.
I'm guessing this is what the shelter meant by Ben liking to hug people. It was very cute, if a bit startling at first. Ben is big. When he jumps down, it's a thud like furniture hitting the ground.
I wonder what he weighs.