We call him Leroy. As you can see, he made himself right at home. He's one year old. The Dachshund rescue people found him running along a freeway. He was clipped by a car so he has a few little scars.
I will admit that at first, I wasn't terribly thrilled about this. It took me about 10 whole minutes to get on board with the idea. . . and now I LOVE him! He's so much fun! We play and play and play together and then we both sleep and sleep and sleep. As long as I am on my mommy's lap first, I don't mind if he crawls up to sleep while she's sitting on the couch.