about my doggie

Long time ago my family and I had a dog named Dude. When we went on a vacation we left him with my grand parents. When they were going back to there house Dude was in the back of the truck. In the middle of the ride home Dude jumped out of the back of the truck when their were on the freeway. My grandparents felt so bad that they bought me another dog, which is my dog now.
His name is Simba, he is a golden retriever and a shar pei mix, He has black fur but he has like gray hairs around his mouth so it kind of looks like a beard. Simba is a small dog couple feet tall. He is about 11 years old so that is about 77 years old in dog years. My dog is train well. He can sit, lay down (sometimes), and he can shake your hand. He knows what walk means and bath but he doesn’t like baths at all. If you say goodie he starts to get all excited and jumps around because he likes dog treats.
In the summers my family and I go on camping trips and we bring Simba with us. Car rides are not his favorite thing to do. He doesn’t stick his head out the window like ordinary dogs. When we are at the camp site he always chases the birds and squires. When me and my dad go to the lake to fish we bring him with us. He tries to hide in the corner of the boat because he knows that he going to go for a swim. I think that he is afraid of many things. Like he is afraid to do a lot of things especially anything to do with water.