Stop what you’re doing and cancel your weekend plans—because you might just fall in love.

His name is Mel. He’s two years old. A labradoodle with the soul of a stand-up comic, the grace of a baby deer on espresso, and the palate of a wellness influencer. He’s fully vaxxed, neutered, leash-trained, and—plot twist—occasionally mistaken for a goat.

Yes, a goat.

He hops from couch to couch like it’s an Olympic sport. No hesitation. No apologies. Just a fluffy blur launching across the living room. We call him Goat sometimes. He accepts it. He’s unbothered.

Mel is the perfect mix of chaotic cute and sleepy cuddlebug. One minute he’s sprinting like he’s late to an imaginary meeting, the next he’s face-planted in pillows, softly snoring with dreams of watermelon. (Which, by the way, is his fave. Along with banana, strawberry, and parm crisps from Oven-Baked, Mel has excellent taste.)

He will ask for cuddles—front paws on your shoulders, full eye contact, whispering sweet nothings (or just “pet me now”). He’s protective of his people, loving, loyal, and would like to be your only dog-shaped roommate, please and thank you.

And sure—he’s had a few indoor oopsies. But who among us hasn’t? He’s improving so much every day. We’re rooting for him and his little bladder.

Mel is underweight but eating like a champ. He’s great outside, charms the pants off everyone at Home Depot and PetSmart, and just needs a home where he can be king. Or goat. Or cuddle monster. He’s open to titles.

So if you want a dog with goat hops, stellar taste in fruit, and A+ snuggle game… Mel is ready for you.