Yep, my beautiful Boonie boy turns three today.
I remember the rapid snowball effect that took place on the day we brought him home like it was yesterday. I leashed up my sons dog to go for a walk when my son stopped me to inform me that Cosmo was his and to be walked by him only. (He was eight at the time. I let the sass slide.) So it was made known to me that I needed a dog of my own.
I wouldn't settle for just any dog though. Naturally I had to have a Golden Retriever, but I really wanted a light, light, light cream colored one. I quickly googled Golden Retrievers not really expecting to find anything, but lo and behold, it was a Golden Miracle.
No, seriously! Golden Miracles had one precious, creamy, bundle of perfection left. We left the house within a half hour of the time my google search began. Two hours later, he was all mine.
And three years later... he would quickly tell you that I am all his. Boondocks is very possessive of his mommy. If I hug a child, he slips between us and nudges them away. If one of our other dogs attempt to come near me, they are met with a growl. He stops when scolded but still makes his contempt well known. And how dare the cat lay in my lap. She is nosed off until she slaps him silly and brings him back down to earth.
I had dreamed that Boondocks would have a wonderful career as a therapy dog. And he does. He brings me all the personal therapy I could ever need. I love my Boondocks!!! Happy Birthday, Good Boy!!