 They had an adorable Bichon dog that they kept mostly in the garage and let him run up and down the alley. They didn't even keep their little boy from poking Muffin with a stick when he was in the crate. To be clear, the dog was the one in the crate. One bitterly cold day, I knocked on the door and asked if I could take him into our house for the night. They let me, and I never took him back.