On being adopted. . .

I looked at the first family and knew instantly that I liked the little boy. He was about six years old and he was watching me in the nicest way. My heart started thumping like crazy and I went over and washed his feet. He picked me up gently and said, "This is the one I want." Then I licked his face and he hugged me. My birth owner put a black K on my ear and said the Kolves could come get me in two weeks.

I couldn't believe I was the first puppy picked!

Mama said it was because I was such a good girl. My brother said, "No, it's because she's a slobbertylick." So I tiptoed over and drooled in his ear!

At last my new family came to take me home. As we left, I could hear Mama calling, "Obey your new mother! Lick everyone you meet! Be a pleaser! Always remember, YOU are a GOLDEN RETRIEVER!!"

Like I didn't know this stuff already!