Rupert here. I had an excellent adventure over the past two weeks that I'd like to share with you. I was "adopted" by a very nice family. I adjusted well to the change. They had two boys that came over to visit (5 and 8)! I loved the kids!!! I especially loved laying on my back getting pets from them...and following them from room to room- sometimes rough housing and running from room to room!! I'm officially RAGOM kid tested and approved.
It wasn't my perfect match (I really should have a fenced yard) so we all decided that I should come back to St. Paul with Olive. Boy am I happy to be here with Olive. We play, play, play!!! She's really happy too.
My previous adopted family only said good things about me- they said I was the best dog they'd ever had, I'm beautiful, I'm really good with kids, I'm smart, and "you can do anything to that dog" (which is why we love goldens). The dad didn't want me to go- he was really, really sad but it's for the best for all of us.
My foster mom made homemade panakuchens (spelling?!) aka "oven pancakes" for us for New Year's breakfast. Boy was it good! I enjoyed mine right off the plate on the counter. I got a great big NO! I'm not exactly sure what I did wrong- was it that I didn't say my prayers first or that I had my paws on the counter?????? She mumbled something about she should know better than to leave freshly baked goods in the reach of a counter surfer- whatever that means. Next time maybe I'll sit in the chair to eat my breakfast at the counter.....
My foster mom says that I make a great electric blanket. We spent some quality time on the couch this weekend reading books and napping. I let her use me as a knee pillow while we read a romance novel...then we both took a nap. It was nice. I also like to lay with my head on her stomach while she reads bedtime stories. However, last night the bedtime story was Time magazine so I fell asleep quick!
I'm all golden retriever and I can be found with inappropriate household items in my mouth. I don't chew them...I just walk around the house with them in my mouth and then retrieve them when mom calmly asks me to come to her- I listen and give the item to her. I'd like a family who understands that I will probably take things (I'm part thief) but I my intentions are good---I won't harm their stuff. However, mom got a little worried when I brought her a light bulb the other day......
My foster mom says that I'm just about perfect and that she would adopt me in a heartbeat if she could afford a third dog (and if she had someone to pick up after us or could teach us to put away our toys).