My name is Trout and I'm a 12 year old male golden retriever. My dad got me when I was 6 weeks old and we've had a wonderful life! My mom recently had a baby and said I had to go. I really don't know why - I'm a real sweetheart and would never hurt the baby. She said it was too much trouble having a baby and a dog. So my dad took me to a shelter. I overheard the worker there telling dad that I would probably not get adopted and would be, well, killed. He was crying but he said he didn't have a choice. AND HE LEFT! I will never get that.
But this story is on its way to a happy ending. The good shelter people knew who to call: Adopt A Golden Atlanta. They were there within one hour and I was in a foster home right away. I'm told that I certainly don't act 12 years old. I am playful and love affection. I am house broken (of course!) and know some basic commands like sit. My tail wags pretty much non-stop and when I get really excited it twirls like a helicopter blade. I love other dogs and children. I'm great on the leash. I see and hear just fine. All I really need is a new family to love. I hope I get that soon!!
The lady at AGA told me about an Indian legend that says: "When a human dies there is a bridge they must cross to enter into Heaven. At the head of the bridge waits every animal that human encountered during their lifetime. The animals, based on what they know of each person, decide which humans may cross the bridge...and which are turned away."
Hmmmm. What will I do when I see my dad?