Our little dog, a Jack Russell mix, has taken to the new digs rather well. To wit, he enjoys running up and down the back of the couch, and laying on it to watch the birds at the feeder. His actions reminded the Mrs. of a cat we used to have, and she started calling him "Kitty". He now answers to "Kitty".
So I have a Jack Russell named "Kitty". This ought to go well.