In addition to carrying me like a goat, Dad thinks it's funny to put me in boxes.
Don't worry, he doesn't seal the lid or anything. He just closes it lightly over the top of me, then laughs as my head pops out.
He likes to do it with laundry baskets too.
I apparently don't understand his twisted sense of humor.
(Incidentally, the chew marks on the box--totally Porterhouse!)