Mambo

Whether my name brings to mind the infamous Aussie surfing culture, or you wish to dance the Mambo Italiano with me, just know I'll be there. Intensely staring at you. Wondering when-oh-when you'll stop your sillyness and feed me the noms!

Easily led by my stomach you will be starstruck by my cool, calm and collected self. OK, so I may gently - very, very gently - jump up on you to make sure you don't forget to feed me that treat in your hands. Simply tell me to "sit" though and my backside plonks down quicker than you can blink. We're still working on "stay" - but hey, with these good looks pretty sure you'll forgive me just about anything.

Having grown up around humans being around most of the time, and other dogs all the time, if you can't offer me the former then please make sure there's some of the latter. Content with my boundaries I'll easily slot into just about any family dynamic.

Especially if you have a wee-human in the family, for I just adore them.

I'm ready. I'm waiting. Where are you?