Hi, I want to tell you something about me. I moved into my parents' house 2 years ago. I used to live with different parents but they couldn't keep me. They knew how much my parents loved animals and wanted a Golden Retriever so they asked if I could move in with them. When I met my new family, my mom said I would probably be depressed and a little sad because it was a strange house and new people and they should give me some space. What depression? I moved in full force without even looking back.

My dad is retired so I have company all day. He has pigeons and I even get to play with them. I live with a cat named Lucky. She didn't like me at first but now I think she likes me even if she hisses at me when I'm annoying her. I love my two sisters but I have to admit I love my older one a little more. Everyone in the family knows that and they're ok with it. I go for long walks with her with my friend Jake. I get excited when I see my brother in law and my sister's boyfriend and sometimes I leave them with a little puddle but they love it. My mom makes pasta on Sunday and I get a dish of it, but I get to taste everything she makes. Smudge, boopie, big mama are some of my nicknames. I know some tricks like sitting, giving paws, laying down and playing dead which I do real good especially since I know I'm going to get a doggy treat. I am as stubborn as a mule. If I don't want to do anything I don't do it. I'm real good at ignoring people when I want to but I do it with such a cute face they can't get mad at me. I sleep just about anywhere I want to even if it means they have to squeeze over to make room for me.

Everyone in the neighborhood knows me and I get treats and pats on the head from everyone. They all say I'm cute and as u can see I am. I love my family so much and am so happy they took me in.