Meet Huntley.

Huntley is three years old, and an amazing dog.  We got him from a wonderfully kind lady a couple of hours away from here who decided Huntley needed more attention than she could provide while breeding other Goldens.  Tough decision for her, and what a blessing for us.

He is opposite from Goldie in almost every respect:  she was female, he’s a male; she was independent and loved to keep to herself, he craves attention; he’s young, she was old.  Neither Goldie nor Huntley care for storms, though.   He loves to run and play and swipe food from the kids.

“Swiper no swiping!”  Can you name that show?  We hear that a lot around here.

Huntley is attached to me and his middle name is “Shadow.”  He lives to spread himself out over the kitchen floor and watch in amusement as I step around and over him to prepare a meal.  When I am eating or working, he likes to lay on the floor next to me.  He is attracted to running water and loves to get in the middle of the kids sprinklers, drinking and playing.  He loves to jump up and give us hugs, wrapping his paws around our waists and burying his face under our arms.  He loves to climb in our laps and get attention there.

He forgot that he wasn’t a puppy anymore and is now 80lbs of doggy muscle and fluff.  I’m not sure he’ll ever figure that out, but that’s ok.

He is wonderfully gentle with the kids, even in his excitement.

Guess where he sleeps?

Yup, on the floor beside my side of the bed.