Welcome to Round 8 of ABC Wednesday. The meme was started by Mrs. Denise Nesbitt, and people from all over the world come together to play and share their entries. Each week word(s) beginning with the designated letter are selected and woven into a post.
For this round, I’ll be taking each letter and pairing it with a personal experience or life lesson. On C-Day I introduced you to Bandit, our first dog…a Collie. Since then, we’ve shared our home with various 4-legged lodgers. We tend to go for the large dog breeds, specifically Golden Retrievers. Best. Breed. EVER.
Our first experience with a Golden was a few years after Bandit left us. The girls were kids and I didn’t work outside the home (not to be confused with I didn’t work). Born on Mother’s Day, we took him home on Father’s day and named him Sundance. He went everywhere with the kids and me. Gymnastics, dance, vacation bible school. Everywhere. Because of that, he was extremely socialized and fairly well mannered…for a puppy. He did fail puppy kindergarten though…twice. I attribute that to his gender. But eventually I could leave a plate of food on the coffee table and he wouldn’t touch it. Drool all over the floor, yes, but he never took anything off the plate.
When he was about 10 years old, his face turned completely white, and when he was 11 years old, a form of cancer called lymphoma started taking over his body. Oddly, this is not uncommon in Goldens. Large tumors around his throat and neck causing labored breathing and other problems. Finally, in July 2005, we faced the heartbreaking decision to let him go to doggy heaven.
The funny thing about a Golden…even when they’re in pain, their tail wags when you’re by their side. So we said goodbye to our second companion. Where Bandit taught us about unconditional love and how to “parent” before having kids, Sundance solidified those lessons and showed us loyalty beyond measure.
While the kids loved Bandit, Sundance was their dog, and the one, I think, they will remember most.
In October of 2008, another ball of fluff entered our lives, who we named, Tanner. At three years old, Tanner is definitely still a work in progress. His socialization and training began when he accompanied me to my ad agency job for 6 months. It’s amazing how much deadline stress can be reduced by bringing the right kind of dog to the office.
Like his predecessor, Sundance, he has a true “Golden personality.” Peanut wallowed all over him from the time she could crawl. Last December, she sat on him like a horse while he laid in the floor.
There is something about a Golden’s personality that just can’t be beat. They look like they have a permanent smile on their faces. And neither of ours has ever bared a tooth in anger at any person. In fact, we joke that if anyone tried to rob our house, the Golden would probably help them load up in hopes of having them throw a ball or scratch their belly when they finished the job.
Who? Moi?? Surely not.
Oh yes. You know you would.
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