His name is Gustopher, Gus for short. He is a labradoodle and is the almost perfect dog.
I say "almost perfect" because his one downfall is running. He loves to run. Gus will slip out the front door and just leave from 20 minutes to 3 hours. We don't even try to keep up. We once looked out the back window and saw him chasing deer across a golf course. Yes, I said deer. Not rabbits or squirrels. That dog can RUN.
When he is on the leash or inside the house, though, he is the sweetest, most obedient and attentive animal I have ever owned. He will play with you when you are feeling like roughousing, nap with you when you feel tired, and will even hold a conversation with you if you are lonely.
He is a regular chatterbox. Instead of roughly barking all the time, he slurs his barks together with growls and can even anunciate "Want one." My dad taught him that 3 years ago and it is his favorite trick to perform. Gus is particularly talkative in the mornings, when he wants food and to go outstide. If you ask him "What?" he'll ramble on for a few dog-sentences before waiting for a response. I feel like my dad taught him to lecture me.
For other dogs, socializing can be a problem. Some dogs get very protective when they encounter new people, some don't get along whatsoever with another canine. Gus is extremely friendly. He loves meeting new people and going to the local dog park to sniff a few butts. Company is what this dog craves. Many dogs will gorge themselves on food or will hoard all their toys, but my Gus just can't get enough attention.
I am not one for sappy emotions, usually, but when I walk in the front door and that dog is there to greet me by butting his head into my legs every time, my heart melts a little.
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