Talk about fate...In January of 2000 my second mom, Susan Conner, lost her nine-year-old Golden to cancer. She put her name on the GRRACE list in February 2000. She said she'd take on an older Golden who needed a good home. Now that description fit me to a "T". My old owners meant well, but they didn't really understand Goldens. They thought I was a dog instead of a member of the family. Mostly I had to live outside. Oh, sometimes I got to roam around, but mostly I was tied up. Bummer! As you might expect, I got very fat (92.5 pounds to be exact) and very dirty being confined like that.
My undercoat was one continuous matte.
I also developed some nasty health problems, like a tumor the size of a
doorknob right on my keister...and you know the trouble with HMO's....so I
didn't get much medical care. The
straw that broke the camel's back was the thunderstorms...I'm petrified of them.
When I tore down the door trying to get inside during one, I caused a little
damage...okay a lot of damage. Lucky for me, my old owners called GRRACE instead
of Smith and Wesson to the rescue. That
was last June.
My foster mom, Georgia, was real nice. She picked me up from my owners and kept me while Carol called Mama Susan to see if she'd come to meet me. She did, and boy, I could tell right away that this old gal was a soft touch. Two days later, Georgia dropped me off to Mama Susan, and I've been with her since last July 9. All of my medical problems are fixed; I've dropped about 15 pounds, I feel and smell like a lady, I live in the house, swim in the pool, go to the ballpark, ride in the car, and Mama Susan says I will never be tied up ever, ever again.