Not quite a year ago... my DS wanted "King Arthur."
I put Arthur in a box on the passenger seat with towels in it to keep him warm. We weren't out of the breeder's driveway and he pooped in the box. Luckily, I was able to cover it and hide most of the stink so he wouldn't get all messy, too.
When I got him home, he was a little Tasmanian Devil (like in Bugs Bunny cartoons). My DS said to me, "He's no king, Mom. Kings know how to conduct themselves better. He'll have to be a prince for now."
He turned one on the 7th and he is still no king, although he is starting to calm down a little.