Hello, Dinger here,
I was taken to the Humane Society by my first family because I didn't get along with their smaller dog. Actually, I think it was the other way around! After the GRRACE lady picked me up, I went to Lisa's for foster care, whatever that means. Boy, were she and her husband and kids nice to me. I got along JUST FINE with their Golden. Maybe it's just that those little yappy things irritate me so.
I heard later that the GRRACE folks couldn't believe that a couple with 11 children could NEED a Golden, but it turns out that they DID. I was 10-15 lbs over weight, which Lisa and Mary Liz told Mom and Dad. They had the nerve to actually cut my food intake until I lost all the weight. To combat the notion that I'm anorexic, I steal peanut butter sandwiches from my kids. It's my favorite food. I'm so big and my tongue is so long that it's pretty easy. What makes it even easier is that the younger kids are about my height, so that means more sandwiches. I thought being in a big family meant sharing, EVERYTHING, so it only makes sense to me. I can't believe that my Mom actually puts me in time out for doing this very cute trick. Another one is turning my eyes on "very sad" by my food bowl to convince the kids that someone forgot to feed me.
Jason, one of my boys, is my official walker and pooper scooper. I follow him all over the house, and even sleep with him. The kids all say that I'm a slobber machine. How insulting! They even say that after I take a drink of water, there is water all over the kitchen floor. Josiah and Malissa are twins, and are my age, so they say we're really triplets, but we don't look a thing alike! They all complain about my being all tongue and mouth. They can't quit griping about how much I lick all of them, but I think they secretly love it. They like attention almost as much as I do.
I like to help out when Marcia (mar-SEE-a)'s occupational and physical therapists are there, but then someone puts me in the playroom in the basement. Talk about ungrateful! Marcia scrunches up her face when she hears me coming, cause she knows she's gonna get a face licking. I empty the trash can in the kitchen when they've left me for too long. I like to stay in the kitchen under Mom's feet when she's cooking. I so appreciate all the attention, all the beds, and soooo many socks. I do my part to keep the house picked up by carrying the socks around in my mouth. I also carry the cat back into the house when he gets out. I'm so clever that I taught myself to do this. Have to help out in a big family!
Dad says I'm just like a teenager, spoiled rotten and demanding attention. Most of the kids say I'm a slob, but, in their hearts, I'm really their BIG, RED DOG and they love me to pieces.