Sonora Nice’s Mr. Nice Guy, RN “Duncan”
Fast Facts:
- Born: Scottsdale, AZ, April 25, 2001
- Favorite Cookie: Steak
- Favorite Song: “No Air” Jordin Sparks/Chris Brown
- Favorite Quote:
- Hobbies: Lounging, Walking, Swimming, Agility
Things you might not know about Duncan: He dives off the diving board. He also sunbathes in 100 degree weather by choice.
Duncan was my walking buddy, my agility dog and most of all, my heart dog. Born 4th of all the Nice Goldens, the first son of Bailey and we were so proud. He took on the characteristics of Bailey’s wonderful personality and combined them with the silliness that was his Mom, Sage and truly became Mr. Nice Guy.
He also had a mischievous side to him. Nicknamed, Dunc the Punk, he had a very unique way of looking at you out of the corner of his eye, never turning his head, as if to say “whatever, just speak quickly.” Every model needs a bit of attitude right?
The words cookie and walk were the words that perked his ears the most. On our walks he just ambled along enjoying the view and never pulled. Being a Momma’s boy, he bounced around off lead too but never to far from Mom. He would do anything for a cookie! This is one of the things that made him such a good model. However, as his career in modeling continued, he learned the value of cookies and his price became steeper each year. If you didn’t have just the right cookies (steak, hot dog), he could do what we call a protest shot, with his head completely down on the ground and not looking.
Duncan was an organizational dog. He kept us running on time, you see he can tell when it’s 8am and 5pm because that’s when dinner is and he never missed dinner! He also knew when it was 10pm. Though he was a very energetic agility, ball playing and swimming dog by day, by night he became our tired little boy. If you missed the 10pm deadline for bed, Duncan would be fast asleep on the couch and would only crack an eye when you called for bedtime. Almost every night, I would watch him, as you might watch a sleepy little boy, get off the couch, eyes barely open and heading blindly for the bedroom.