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I am Barranquita and I was named after a small mountain municipality in my native Puerto Rico. That is a very long name for a Golden, so my friends prefer to call me Barron. I am a handsome and intelligent guy who has completed a Beginner Obedience class and look forward to continuing my education. I know a lot of the basic commands and my recall is great except when we are outside with all the critters and other stimuli to distract me. I have been working hard practicing good leash manners, but from time to time I get a little nervous and reactive when a big truck or a fast moving bicyclist passes by. Car rides are still a little stressful for me and although I only bark occasionally while traveling, I will usually pace in the back seat throughout our journey. With time I will feel more comfortable with all the activity going on outside the windows! Every day I take a little pill to help reduce my anxiety. The medication along with behavior modification provided by my foster parents have helped me become more focused and comfortable with my surroundings.
“Treats,” you say? Anytime and anywhere! I can hear a banana peel snap from one hundred yards away and then I come running. Frozen Kongs with bananas combined with anything else will keep me occupied for a long time. Since I love a good game of tug which causes damage to my plush toys, I no longer have stuffies in my toy basket. I also chewed my tug rope to shreds, so that has mysteriously disappeared too. Antlers and Nylabones are my chew toys of choice and I would never dream of touching items that don’t belong to me. Our games of fetch used to be called “Catch me if you can,” but now Foster Dad modified the game to a “Fair Trade” of a stick for the ball. Foster Dad thinks he wins this game, but I get him to pick up the ball and throw it again, so I win!
I’m not a fan of cuddling on demand. I prefer to choose the where and when. My favorite spot to relax is on the middle of the couch between my foster parents while touching each of them. I sleep in my safe spot in the laundry room at night. Otherwise, I would invade my humans’ bed, insist on pushing Foster Dad out and snuggle with Foster Mom. He does not like that!
My dream is to join an active family who will run, walk and play with me to the point of my exhaustion. A fenced yard would afford me the opportunity to roam, jump, explore and chase the pesky varmints that dare to enter my space. I need a job to do, so agility training and more obedience classes would help me augment my self-control and confidence. Since I am a Napoleon want-to-be, I would prefer to be the only fur baby, but with some more socialization, there is no doubt that I could become a congenial canine pack member.
3 Years Old