This is a picture of my little boy, Gus
and his brother, Sam.
Gus is the POO.
Sam is my son.

  We found Gus through a breeder who had him returned by his previous owners that had no time for him. They kept him locked in the kitchen all day!  He wasn't even housebroken and he was almost one. We spoke with the breeder and told her of our lifestyle, and even though she was 7 hours away, and we felt it was just to far for us to drive with a 3 year old, she offered to bring him to us. Apparently she thought we were the "perfect match" for Gus, as far as a family is concerned.  

Well, we fell in love with him the minute we saw him, and him with us as well... Now he is with us everywhere we go (that allows dogs, of course).  He comes with me to my office, to the park, and is always outside when we are playing with the children in our neighborhood.   Now he is never home alone for more than 3-4 hours a day and only on the days I don't take him to my office and Sam is in pre-school, which, I think he is all right with. He sleeps at the top of the stairs and waits for us to come home. He is totally house broken. I trained him the first month he came home to us.

Gus is a typical Poo, lots of love and affection.  He loves to kiss and cuddle. He also loves to chase our cat, Chloe'.   I call him my shadow.  He just can't go anywhere without his mommy.