Well, I'm here to tell you that my life sure has changed for the better. I lived with a breeder and I was not good with my puppies, so I was surrendered to RAGOM.

This really nice lady picked me up and took me to another really nice lady who kept me over night. Then this really nice man met the second really nice lady who kept me overnight, and he took me to his house where another really nice lady lives with him. (Are you following me?)

I met three puppers who were like me and two little puppers who look like little versions of me, but I was told that they are 3 and 5 years old. I was really scared because I did not know what was going on. When the nice man, whom I was told would be my foster dad, finally got me in the house I plopped down right inside the back door and that is where I stayed most of the time for two days.

I would not eat and I would not go outside to go potty. I hadn't gone potty the night before I got here either. The problem with trying to get me outside to potty is that I am overweight and I did not want to move and I was still not sure of what was going on.

A couple of days later when Foster Mom put food on the floor again in front of me and walked away, I finally did eat. A little later, Foster Mom saw me get up and squat and I peed and peed and peed and peed and peed—and then I peed some more. I really had to go since I had not gone for a few days. That was my first accident in the house.

To get me outside Foster Dad would put a towel under me, lift me with the towel, then hold my collar and the towel, and get me outside that way. Once outside I would plop down on the ground and stay there.

After a couple of days of that, Foster Dad only had to do that every now and then, because sometimes I would decide to just go out with the other puppers. I would walk around the yard and after awhile I would do my duties.

A couple of times through the nights I had a potty accident on the kitchen floor, so Foster Mom and Foster Dad knew I was moving from my spot by the back door, which they thought was good even though I did have the accidents.

But I am here to tell you that there have been no more accidents in the house. I am doing my duty outside now. I usually go out and come back in on my own with the other puppers.

When I went to see the good doctor a few days after I got here I weighed 88 1/2 pounds. He told Foster Mom and Foster Dad that I needed to lose about 20 pounds. Just a few days later when I went back to the good doctor to get spayed (yay… my baby-making days are over) I weighed 86 1/2 pounds.

I am on a green bean diet and it is working. I have graduated from eating on the floor, then off of a paper plate, to eating from a bowl on a raised stand. Foster Mom is feeding me less food and lots of green beans so that I will feel full but do not get all of the calories.

Since I did not have my all of my shots when I got my rabies shot before I arrived, I have to go back to the good doctor to get my other shots in a few days, so I am looking forward to see what I weigh then.

Every day is getting better and better for me. I am now coming into the kitchen when Foster Mom is fixing breakfast and supper. Also, I am coming out at other times and just lying in the kitchen.

Many times when Foster Mom or Foster Dad walks by me, I roll over to have my belly rubbed. Foster Dad has really taken to me and says that I am special and just the sweetest thing. If you ask Foster Mom she would say the same thing.

I like walking around the back yard and the other day I even tried to play with one of the resident puppers. It didn't last long but that was a big step for me. I have started playing with a ball when I am inside. and I really like to chew on the hard bones and the antlers.

Right now my energy is low, but I am sure that is due to me being overweight. When I get this weight off I am sure that I will have more energy. Foster Dad takes me for a walk but they are not very long. I get tired really fast with my extra weight, but as I take these pounds off I will go for longer walks.

We are working on some commands. I do know "no." I know my name. I am not up and around a lot, but when I am we are working on “sit.” I take treats very nicely.

I know as the days go by I will get a lot more comfortable and will do more things. I am coming out more from my spots by the back door and joining the resident puppers. I am getting used to this Golden life and I am liking it.

I do have some hair loss down my back but the good doctor said that it was nothing to be worried about. He said that it was probably from bad food, stress, and the environment that I was in. Foster Mom is giving me good food and is putting salmon oil on my food, and my coat is looking better since I arrived.

As I get more comfortable here and do more things I'll keep you informed on how I’m doing. I'm slowly learning that this is a very safe place to be and I like it. I will also let you know about my weight-loss program. I am really excited about that so I can feel better. Until next time, because I think it is time for supper!