He gets abused here. He hasn't left us yet, so I guess he doesn't really mind.
The kids love him. And they haul him around like a doll, and he just takes it. He takes off for a few hours at a time during the day, until he gets tired. That's when he comes and finds me, climbs up to wherever I am, and sticks my thumb into his mouth and sucks until he falls asleep. Baby.
He sleeps in a dog crate in the entrance way at night; just until he's big enough to take care of himself. We have a little hammock in there for him, and a litter box. Yep, he's house trained.
He eats sandwiches, dog food, and gets ice cream and marshmallows for a treat. He's kind of like one of the kids.
He's definitely a lot of fun!