We should have named him Napoleon. Napoleon Barfs-A-Lot.
I'd sell him to the highest bidder, but he has sort of grown on me. I've never had a dog that was so protective, so loyal, and so in love with belly rubs and snuggles. He sits so close to me that sometimes I think he is going to ooze right through me and come out the other side.
A week ago, I decided to try letting him sleep on my bed at night instead of in his crate. He is so noisy in his crate and I was tired of him waking me up at 3:00, 4:00, 5:00...
The experiment worked, and now he sleeps all through the night- curled up in a ball and snuggled into the small of my back. Not only is he quiet, but he puts out a lot of heat.
(I tell you, I am ready for cold and snow!)
So just beware when you come to visit. The Protector of the Manor is on guard, and he has had plenty of rest...