I was picked up as a stray in Arkansas, and I am about 51 pounds and done growing. In a world of too-big or too-small dogs, I am the perfect size for fun! Big enough to hike, play fetch, and run, small enough to cuddle on your lap on the couch. They think I am somewhere between 11-18 months old, and while I still have some puppy-like energy to burn off, I also know how to calm down and chill. 

 

I love other dogs- on walks, I whine to say hi and ask to play- but most of all I LOVE people. Some might say I love exuberantly, especially on first meeting, where I greet everyone with wagging tail and jumps of excitement- although I have been told I need to work on the jumping thing. After I settle into a routine, I don't jump as much unless we introduce new friends to the mix!

 

When I want to go outside, I sit like a gentleman at the door. I am fantastic on a leash. I generally like to lead, but I try not to pull, and I will try to match your pace, whether that is slow to be careful of ice or speed walking. I might also make a good running partner, although my current people aren't really runners. I also like to get my business done all in one shot, and don't feel the need to mark every tree and bush. Even though I hale from Arkansas, I sure to love the snow and cold weather.

 

I love to play, fetch balls, tug on ropes, and chew on my Nylabone. I especially love stuffies- sometimes a little too much, to the point that I start unstuffing them. On occasion, I find non-toy objects in my house and proudly bring them to you- a plastic box, a dryer ball, even a whole roll of toilet paper.

 

I tend to be a pretty quiet dude. I bark to let you know someone is at the door, and if I see something fun out the window, I may whine a bit. If I need to stay in my crate but I can still hear you around the house, I will whine, cry, and lament the fact that I can't be with you. However, if you leave the house, I tend to be pretty quiet in the crate. I must admit that I can get a little loud when I am playing with my fur brother, especially when he has had enough and I want to keep going. But then my mom gives me a bone, and I quiet down. Speaking of the kennel I can sleep in there all night with no problem, but I would prefer sleeping at the foot of my people's bed. No dog beds required for me, as I have a habit of dismantling them if I get bored (I mean, they ARE just a really big stuffie, right?)

 

I am told I am smart and treat motivated- and they are right! I can sit and down with the right motivation, and I take treats with a very soft mouth. I am working on leave it and drop it with good progress, but I am a little stumped on stay (I am just too excited and impatient for that at this point.)

 

Now I should admit to a few negatives; a guy can't be perfect. I have a tendency to check out the kitchen counter to see if you were silly enough to leave something out for me- I mean, thanks for the treat! I also have a problem with chasing the cat. I am not aggressive, I just want to play with them, but the cat doesn't seem to see it that way, and if the cat hides, I instinctively seek so they can't get away.

 

Hope to meet you really soon!