Mine is the type that sleeps a lot unless there's an opportunity to get in the way.

@Tereza Škraňka Procházková it is his age probably. He Doesn't seem to be in any pain from it at this point, but when he was rescued he had a evidence of a pretty severe injury. He had a brass pin sticking out of his leg, from an old surgery, and it was infected. He would sometimes limp Or hold up that leg on walks. But after a couple Of years that doesn't happen any more. It's possible that got him used to not climbing and jumping like normal. He has only escaped through an open door. One time my friend brought me a box and the dog ran out right past us when he was handing me the box and both our hands were full. Luckily my friend had 2 teenagers with him and they chased him down -- something I have never been able to do 😂 but they were strangers so maybe he thought they were just wanting to pet him.

Showed this to my son who said "one squirrel and it's over!"

@Tereza Škraňka Procházková another thing that's interesting about mine is that he's so quiet he doesn't howl he barks maybe once a year and it's just one "woof" (not counting sleep he talks in his sleep) but like when he goes after an animal in the yard, there's never a warning he's just in motion.

@Tereza Škraňka Procházková often times Bo will stare at me and move his mouth like he's trying to talk, but I visited a wolf rescue recently and apparently wolves do this a lot. They click their teeth in various ways to communicate.

Back in 2019 the youngest member of the family became obsessed, in the way that kids do (I never grew out of this) They wanted a Siberian Husky. Maybe it was from watching Balto. Maybe it was something else. It wasn't Game of Thrones because we could never get the kid to watch a boring grownup show anyway. But, perhaps due to the popularity of that show, there is a large number of abandoned Huskies where we live. (Breeders here have a very bad reputation here because there are millions of unwanted dogs. This is perhaps unfair, but the scale of the problem is enormous) I happened to find that there was a rescue just a few miles from where we live, call Luna Siberian Rescue, named for the founder's first dog. Meanwhile in searching around I did see Bo on a petfinder website. He was in another city pretty far away. And we had not yet decided to get a dog at that time. I did end up calling Luna Siberian Rescue about another dog that they had. We went through their screen process and then they told us that the dog we called on had already been adopted, but that she thought I should meet Bo. I was surprised because I already knew about Bo, but did not think that he was up here. It turns out they had picked him up from the shelter where he was at and brought him into their rescue. And so that's how we ended up actually adopting that first dog that I had seen and wanted to get, myself. I must've just been drawn to him somehow. Here's Bo in his natural state. The second photo is the first day we met him.