His name is Tank, and it fits him well. He does not like to get out, he will ride all day given the chance. He is 9 months old and can't sit in the front seat anymore with out having to latch the seatbelt or he sets off the alarm, but he doesn't like too anymore, its too uncomfortable for him.
Tank and my 2 grandsons are part of the reason I went back to a JKU, because the JK had no room for the dog, two boys and RC's.
When I am going to the store, I tell Spunky, "I'm going to the store. You stay here and be a good girl." She knows what I mean and doesn't even bother to get up. Then I get in the car and drive away. Whenever I take the Jeep out, I always take Spunky with me. Except once.
One day, I changed my mind after I closed the door and decided to take the Jeep to the store instead. When I returned, my wife informed me that Spunky watched me drive away and began crying and carrying on in a most dreadful way. That is something I will not let happen again. In the fullness of time, maybe she will forgive me.
Below, Spunky in the naked Jeep sporting her new seat belt strap. I wish I had gotten one long ago.