I emailed that I wanted a female golden retriever. You sent adorable pics, but your puppies’ coats were too ivory for my color palette.
Cream dogs matter, but I need one to blend in with our flooring which is the color of fried chicken. I hated to say no to your fluffy, mashed potato hued pups, but I want a golden retriever not a cream retriever. Continue reading “Puppy Scams: ISO of Golden Retriever. Prefer a Female with Papers and a Heartbeat”
On January 18th, 2017, our golden retriever Italia suffered an unexpected and fatal heart attack. Italia is the reason I became a runner, and three days after her recent death, I ran ten miles in honor of each year I had with her. On February 18th, one month after she crossed the Rainbow Bridge, I ran another ten miles in tribute to her. Continue reading “Thank You, Dear Dog, for Making me a Runner”
She was my 10.5-year-old furry best girl. She moved a little slower, barked less, listened harder, chased less, and paced more, especially when given a bone that she carried, guarded, hid, found, savored, and so on. She snored intensely, like a drunken crew of grandpas dreaming of fishing trips. Although she played less, she still wagged the feathers of her perfectly fluffy and pristine tail everyday. More than any of that, our glory girl loved effortlessly, without limits. Continue reading “We Miss you, Dear Dog: Goodbye to our Golden Girl, Italia.”
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