Splendidly, he loves the truck, loves me (the feelings mutual) I think he had only ever been fed dry dog biscuits because at first he was indifferent to his food, then he started having bits of fatty roast pork with gravy as a treat after dinner.
He started looking at the bowl afterwards as if to say to himself "Jesus that was lovely!"
Still runs off periodically, always come home.
Here he is at my feet. (The cold roast chicken I'm eating has nothing to do with it)