Heaven help us, we adopted a dog. He's a young Golden Retriever, probably about 16 - 18 months old. Oliver or "Ollie" came from a Golden Retriever rescue organization here in Kansas City. We'd been sort of casually watching their list of available dogs, when suddenly this guy showed up on their list at www.petfinder.com and he seemed like a really good fit for us. We were not disappointed when we met him, so we took steps to officially adopt him, and he joined our family just a few days before Christmas.
Since that time we have fallen in love with Ollie and we have learned that it is no longer safe to leave food on the kitchen counter unsupervised or it will be consumed by "the red menace." But really he's not a menace, just a big furry sweetheart who wants nothing more than a couple of walks in the neighborhood each day and lots of playtime with the children, liberally mixed with cuddles and cozy places to nap. He would gladly be a lap dog if we'd let him, but he weighs in at about 55 pounds, so I'm discouraging that!
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